Miles to Midnight

[Reeves]

Leaning on one of the arm rests of the chair and pressing his hand against his mouth in vacant contemplation as she spoke in the background, it seemed like he might have lost focus and stopped paying attention until that sharpness came back to his eyes and he spoke up to properly announce it. "If you can get some of my men aboard when you do decide to walk away from the regime on Veracruz, they'll handle the delusional mob that might try springing to action. Grant can lead the team onboard, he's my best. I'd make a pun about how you can take him for granted, but I don't think this is the right setting for it."

With a rhythmic tap of his fingers against the table, he stood up and paced around a little, running something through his mind quietly. "I think we've covered everything, but there's always the potential for unforeseen circumstances we can't be prepared for. Flexibility in terms of how we operate and quick reactions are what will secure what you need." There was an element of uncertainty to him despite saying all of this, something he just wasn't sure about, it didn't seem specific and was more of a general inclination under the circumstances.