Zack: *slowly nods at the President’s furthered words* Yes, sir.. I won’t tell anyone about Hal. *deeply sighs and his shoulders slump slightly. He then looks over at the print-outs* Sir, what are you going to do with those? Isn’t that woman dead? How can you survive a jump from the upper plate…?
*Meanwhile, Rude begins to prep the helicopter on the helipad outside*