"Believe me, I have friends. The nature of the work makes you the best option, though." 

The administrator chose his next words carefully, painfully aware of the consequences should any mistakes be made in the coming days.

"I have a team running a counterintelligence operation on a group in the Badlands. They'll need a safehouse to work out of. And the cooperation of your federal operatives wouldn't hurt either."

Nat took a sip from a glass resting on the table. [i]Not vodka,[/i] he thought. A shame... calling in favors was thirsty work. "How do you feel about that, Mister President?"