Voss glanced sideways, admiring the waitresses' legs as she left the table, then switched his gaze back to Sam, as if looking into his very soul. The man certainly had it in him, but like it or not, he was just more raw muscle. More meat for the grinder.
"Hm. So you want in?" Voss asked after the tense silence, not bothering to wait for a reply.
"I think we can work something out. I'll see if I can't pull some strings with High Command after we're finished here."
