"Well **** me."
While Gus's reaction lacked tact, the shock rang true. It was only a couple of months ago that he fought along side this man, or rather he tried to fix his leg from shrapnel. Tried being the prevailing word.
Gus takes a puff from his wooden pipe and wondered who'd be the next MoJ to fall. He decides to review his medicine books one more time, just in case.