"I don't want to be nosey," I said. "But just where the hell do you fit into this, Stenn?"
"Naval Intelligence," Stenn said.
Arena cursed. "I knew that name should have rung a bell. Vice Admiral Stenn. The papers said you got yours when the Navy was purged."
"A few of us eluded the net."
Arena heaved a sigh.
"Well, fellows," he said—and jumped.
Stenn's shot went wild, and Arena left-hooked him down behind the chair. As he followed, Stenn came up fast, landed a hard left, followed up, drove Arena back. I yanked at my wires. Almost—
Then Arena, a foot taller, hammered a brutal left-right, and Stenn sagged. Carefully Arena aimed a right cross to the jaw. Stenn dropped.
Arena wiped an arm across his face.
"The little man tried, Mister. Let's give him that."