She scoffs, exasperated. It's like pulling teeth, sometimes. Such a stubborn arse, she'd like to … She tosses a pencil down and stalks up to the board. There are plans to be made. Forces to be deployed. Scum bags to be captured.

'Back up.' She uncaps the whiteboard pen, and stares up at the blank spaces that need filling. How badly can she screw this up, and yet not have it appear to be intentional. 'Put Terry on the perimeter fence...'