Maine hums, having to agree with that assessment. Wash had been the rookie. He didn't understand how the top ten worked, let alone how the Director did. Of course PFL itself was mostly a mystery. None of them ever dug too deeply. Not that Maine knows of, anyway.

Instinctively, Maine raises his hand to where Wash glanced, touching the smooth skin of his neck. He makes a face. Is he gonna get injured there?

"Will make shaving a bitch," he grouses, annoyed that he's due for a scar. Especially one in such an inconvenient place.

Lowering his hand, he nods. "Had briefcase. Thought it was end mission." Not mid, as Wash said. But it seems there's even more to do.