"I, James Alexander Phelps, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation on freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter, so help me God."
Director Brassel nodded. "Then, by the authority given to me as the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency of the United States, and its related sub-agencies, I hereby accept your oath, and reinstate you into the service of the aforementioned agencies, along with the rank and remuneration previously discussed." Then Brassel smiled (a rare sight even now), and extended a hand to Jim. "Welcome back, Mr. Phelps."
Jim shook the Director's hand firmly, a broad smile on his face. "Thank you very much, sir."
Ethan was grinning so hard he felt like his face might split apart. He could barely wait for Brassel's slight nod indicating that the ceremony was over. Ethan was at Jim's side almost before he had a chance to turn around. He hugged Jim tightly. "Congratulations!"
"Thank you, Ethan," Jim replied, and Ethan knew it was much more than a "thank you" for the congratulations. There were thanks for presenting Jim to the Agency, for requesting the DNA test against the watch Ethan had given Jim years before the blast that had started this whole mess, for requesting the commendation for valor in addition to his reinstatement. Ethan saw it all in Jim's eyes. "Thanks for everything."