BARGAINING CHIP

Slam!

Crack!

General Drake turned his head downwards, towards where Quinn's hand had left a visible crack traveling through his new desk table. The table didn't break but it was surely unusable now. He sighed.

Quinn stood up and walked around the table, he stood directly in front of the general, "What did you say, general?"

Drake was unmovable, "There are many ways to make you do what I wish, lieutenant. Do not make me use them"

Quinn's arm surged forward angrily, but the general tilted his head to the left and allowed it to surge past him. It bit into the wall behind him and blasted a hole through it.

Drake was not impressed, "I will be taking that from your next paycheck"

Quinn brought his hand back, "If you touch her, then you won't be alive to give me my next paycheck"

"Grow up, Quinn," Drake narrowed his eyes, "This is bigger than either one of us. This is something that concerns the entire country"