The summary might not seem to have much to do with the story, but this is not true!
The room is cold, with hard, uncomfortable seats. Tony does not hear the talking around him. It is merely an irritating buzz surrounding his ears, as if errant mosquitoes have surrounded him and have been whipped into a frenzy.
Gibbs sits on the other side of the table, his eyes cold and hard. He is still in his chair, but the words he spoke have already made circuits around the room.
Tony spreads his hands out on the conference table. "We seem to have a difference of opinion," he said.
