Wilhelm put his drink down, and put his hands together under his face. He looked like he was praying, and self-consciously stopped once he realized that.
"Father", he began, "I think we have a place for you. Even more than that, really."
Keane looked at him quizzically.
"We don't do the jobs you're describing, the ones you do not want. We go after the real troublemakers. And we are paid by the legitimate authorities to do it."
He continued, "But we have a lot of different sorts in our group. All are professional to varying degrees, but some of our pilots are hotheads, liable to take risks and get themselves or someone else hurt, or worse. They are mostly ex-BAF, and certainly you know the type."
"You could help me temper some of that enthusiasm. Does that suit you?"
His drink finished, and his offer, Wilhelm awaited a reply...