You didn't like being his assistant, it was more like you got a job babysitting a spoiled big kid.

The soldier boy put his feet in dirty boots on your desk with documents and said low:

— I need some dope. The more, the better.

You couldn't refuse him or tell him off, his temper and aggression could come down on you at any moment.

And while Vought's superiors were thinking about where to put the soldier who showed up again, you had to keep an eye on this delayed-action nuclear warhead.