Boeman lifted the tumbler to his lips and poured the liquid down with a quick motion. He made a face as it burned. He poured another, toyed with it before he tossed it down.
"Well, he made it." Boeman said finally, placing the empty glass on the desk. "To the Moon and back—non stop."
"You knew he would, didn't you."
Boeman nodded, staring at the glass.
There was another awkward silence as both men were wrapped in thought.
"Disappointed, Wade?"
"Not disappointed. Disgusted."
"He gave us what we wanted. The appropriations will be easy now."
"I know."
"Then what's wrong? Certainly you can't blame Ackerson fully. He doesn't know the entire story."