Reno, slightly soggy Reno, was pushing himself to his feet now and planting his hands on the desk.

"The rules," he snarled, "are part of the job. You do the job, trust me, nobody on this goddamn island gets that better than I do, but if I set out parameters for you to do it inside of, I damn well expect them to be followed!"

Shit. Shit shit shit. When the hell had he become Tseng? He was going to do a lot of drinking tonight to make up for that realization.