"Government work," he replied instantly, the response canned and common. He realized it himself, frowning slightly before shrugging and raking a hand through his unruly red mane.

"I report directly to the man who reports directly to our President. Not yours. Mine. We're his bodyguards and his gophers. Whatever he needs. We're the go-to guys. I don't know what the equivalent is where you're from. Where I'm from, we're just called Turks."