“Assassinations?”
“Possibly. Bit out of that groups league, though. The only thing we've got to go on is your AAR, and that makes it clear they're no slouches.”
“We could-”
“I'm telling you that for your information, not because I want your god damned opinion on it,” Thomas says. “I believe the CNO himself told you that picking a secretary from amongst your assigned units was as much to provide a bodyguard as it was to lessen your clerical load, correct?”
You nod, your mouth to dry to speak.
“You seemed to have adopted Arizona as your bodyguard,” Thomas says. “Which makes your decision to dismiss her from your office without you rather curious. Then, you got drunk while talking to Naka - which I can understand, when in Rome and all that, especially when the Roman can feed you the bottle if you refuse - but the part where you decide to gallivant across the fucking base without even calling a car from the motor pool, that, I can't god damned fathom.”
The chair-arms squeak dangerously as you crush them under your hands. “Shigure was in a lockup and I wasn't aware there was a price on my head.”
Thomas takes in a deep breath and lets it out slow as he glares at you. “I suppose. And you were never formally ordered to pick a bodyguard, and you never formally made Arizona your bodyguard.”
You nod.
“But that's all different now, isn't it?”
You feel your blood run cold.