"So this is the renegade running black ops in my Emirates," Beecroft said. "I'm sorry: black ops?" Vance returned the scornful gaze, equally unimpressed with the ambassador. Beecroft sported a portly frame and ruddy complexion, the result of years on the cocktail circuit. "Yes, the CIA didn't seek my approval for your little mission." The ambassador's voice was clipped and pompous. His chins wobbled as he spoke. "Last time I checked, the CIA didn't work for the State Department," Vance responded."