“The other forces may try to tie our hands, guys,” Akara says diplomatically to all of SFO. “But we already have less power on the team right now, regardless if we take a risk today or down the line.” He snaps his fingers to his palm and then glances between Thatcher and me. “Whatever you both decide, we’ll all back.” Every bodyguard nods in agreement. Even Farrow, who easily rises above his dislike for Thatcher if the outcome means protecting me.
Cute
