"Excuse me, Minister."
Mickey leaned past McGinley and slowly stretched out his hand toward the desk
McGinley reluctantly took half a step backwards.
Mickey leaned over the corner of the desk.
McGinley's face was ashen, his eyes watery, almost lost.
Mickey's hand closed over the drawer's handle. It made a steady scraping noise as he opened it.
McGinley's jaw clenched.
Slowly Mickey's hand reached in.
McGinley's speed was remarkable, the force unstoppable. In a lightning move of pure reaction, McGinley's fist smashed into the side of Mickey's head while his other hand slammed the drawer shut on Mickey's wrist.