Here goes a flowing story line, refreshing coincidences and outright weird heroes...
Q: He lifted the desk phone and typed 49, and after a doorman’s military opening gambit—“Yes, sir”—he cut in: “Name.”
“Steven Norris, sir.”
“Listen carefully, Steven Norris. Are you listening?”
“Uh, yes. Sir.”
“If you ever send a goddamned Homelander upstairs again without clearing it with me first, you’re out of here. You’ll be guarding the front gate of the U.S. embassy in Baghdad wearing a George Bush T-shirt instead of body armor. Got it?” (c)