He was a strategist. His advisor wanted him to go into the Pentagon, but Ollie's heart - and mostly his hard head - was set on aviation, and no one was budging him from that. So intelligence was just going to have to lose out where he was concerned. "I made an entrance," he claimed, though. "But if you need me to do an encore because you were busy Sweatin' to the Oldies..."

Well, that could be arranged.

"I know away we could definitely make heads explode, if you want," he offered, though, with the cute smile that usually meant trouble.