"No kidding. There's enough sodium amytal in my system to send me to the fuckin' moon." Because of course they'd dosed him up with enough truth serum to down a horse. He hadn't talked, though. He hadn't talked, he was sure of that. He hadn't said a damn thing. Because the alternative would be putting Jake in danger. Damn the patriotism, damn the mission, damn all of it directly to the deepest circle of European hell, because he'd burn all of it to the ground before he let Jake take the fall for his mistakes.

"Safer?" He laughed again, and grimaced because of his ribs. "I doubt that."