"Correction, sir, it was a fishing expedition. But now I’m back from the fishing expedition, and I’ve got the fish!" Waterhouse storms out of the room and down the hall toward his lab—half the fucking wing. Good thing Australia is a big continent, because Waterhouse is going to take all of it if he’s not held sternly in check. Fifteen seconds later he’s back with a stack of ETC cards a foot high, which he pounds down on the tabletop. "It’s all right here."