NASA Headquarters.
Aiden was standing inside the satellite control room wearing a black suit. He slammed a stack of reports on the table and stood in front of a NASA expert. "Who told me that ion thruster propulsion systems can't send spacecraft to the sky, who told me it can't even send an egg?! Who! How about you explain this to me then!"
The NASA expert who previously vowed that using an ion thruster was impossible looked away awkwardly.
"We are still not sure what kind of propulsion system they're using. By looking at the engine plume, they might be using a hydrogen and methane mixture as their propellant…"
"Go eat sh*t!"
Bill Gerstenmaier looked at how emotional Aiden was. He coughed and adjusted his glasses.
"Mr. Aiden, gathering intelligence is the CIA's responsibility. We are obligated to cooperate with your work, but that doesn't mean we are responsible for the CIA's mistakes."
