HOW OLD IS HE?

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Walsh: And one more rep…
Walsh: Nice work, ma’am. Weights down.
Walsh: So Langley wouldn’t send over his profile. Is that unheard of?
Greene: It’s uncommon. But I don’t need his damn psych eval to know something’s off.
Walsh: You don’t trust him?
Greene: Why would I? I’ve never heard of him. Hell, he doesn’t exist as far as I can tell. No family, no service record.
Greene: Russian government doesn’t even know his name. And I swear my source got nervous when I asked.
Walsh: Whenever you’re ready.
Greene: But Laswell sends him in, says he’s our “expert authority” on the situation.
Walsh: Nice and slow.
Walsh: Good.
Greene: Expert, my ass. This situation is unprecedented.
Greene: And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that matryoshka of a man fuck it up any more than it already is.
Walsh: That’s it - one more - good. Weights down.
Walsh: He was in the gym the other night, you know. He’s in good shape. Like really good shape.
Walsh: How old is he?
Greene: Apparently even that’s above my paygrade, Walsh.
Walsh: Ah, right.
Walsh: That’s everything we had lined up for today.
Greene: Do I look like I’m done?
Walsh: You, ma’am? Not that I’ve ever seen.
Greene: Damn right. We go again. And this time bump the weight.