Human Resources, just the words brought back memories to George as he took another sip from his glass of whiskey. Yes he had, 'taken some liberties' with the temps when they had time, but it was not as if they objected. Only complaint he had was their bra-sizes were bigger than their brains, and none of them made for good conversation after a good time in bed, couch or whatever was available at that current moment. 

"Oh yes, the princess! I had nearly forgotten, thank you for reminding me. And you are welcome, wasn't like anyone thanked me back then, or hit me over the head with the butt of their gun." George said with a mix of pride and annoyance, the latter directed towards Cassie. "At least my work goes clean, no need for trails of blood leading to a dangling corpse in a library."

George emptied the glass and refilled it with the Glenfiddich, as he looked at Drevan. "Those were the days, weren't they? Just like a Bond-movie, except realistic and with better one-liners. But the freedom to do what was needed, the true licence to kill. Anyway, what do you reckon is our next task? I'd prefer it if we stayed out of the Middle East, perhaps somewhere less zealots and goats?"