trying to rectify a good man’s mistakes by giving advice…advice meant to look like it’s originating from him .” She angrily lifted her chin and continued in a loud voice. “My godfather allowed me to help because he knows he needs it. When you eavesdropped, you probably heard him refer to me informally. That likely cemented your asinine suspicions of my being someone personally close, which is true. I’m his goddaughter .”
She snorted in disdain. “This entire spy incident, as you’ve labeled it, is all about saving my beloved godfather from embarrassment. He trusts me. In my own right, I’m not all that bad at strategic planning. That’s why this scheme was working. At least it was until you went all Sherlock Holmes on us.” She shook her head and sneered up at him. “If you don’t believe me…contact General Fisk and verify everything. Unless of course you think he’s a frickin’ spy too!”
Stunned into utter silence, Dillon simply backed away.
“Nothing to say now ? No arrest warrant for the pirate?” she wrathfully added.
“Clearly…there’s…been some kind of… monumental …mistake,” he whispered.
“ Ya think !”
“ Godfather ?” He shook his head, as if the gesture could clear all confusion. “Creator of old…how could I have so badly misjudged this situation?”
“Let me get this straight,” she said as the contrition on his face suddenly let her believe Dillon Greenleaf might listen. “The only reason you planted that bug was because the general suddenly started taking serious suggestions from me…a lowly officer and a newcomer?”
He slowly nodded. “No one on Mythreal has ever heard of you. And…since I’ve so badly blundered…I must admit to having added a 360º camera device in the bug. I saw everything that went on as well as heard it. And…I also hacked your personnel records. Obviously, you know it’s sufficiently empty of data as to be quite un helpful.”
“I know what you did! My personal data was one of the next things I checked after making sure our classified files hadn’t been hacked. In regards to what you saw in my file, I located a residual entry code you left behind. It was almost undetectable, but I still found it.”
“You’re… that …good?”
“I am,” she boasted, with a firm nod.
He briefly put up his hands in contrition. “I saw no other files. I swear this on my life.”
She glared at him.
“Lieutenant Foley…you must know the history of espionage on this world and in this entire sector. I’m not trying to make excuses for what I’ve done. Clearly, there are none. But thousands of our best law enforcement personnel…yours and mine…died because one pirate spy, a maid at another embassy, got her hands on confidential security plans. This is documented fact.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I knew what I was doing was wrong. But I felt compelled to see it through. The general’s behavior changed so drastically that I had no idea why he’d come up with his new strategy.”
Keira was familiar with the espionage case of which he spoke. It’d been labeled as the Kryllian Spy Incident , having been wholly controlled by the Kryllian Embassy once their diplomats learned of the security leak.
Having seen the expression on Dillon’s face, she actually believed him though she still abhorred his actions. In his defense, for him to have gone so far proved he was ready to be accused of a felony. He passionately believed in what he was doing.
She swallowed hard and decided to come clean about everything he didn’t know. “H-how much of the last conversation with the general did you hear?” she asked. “What conversation you eventually listened to was about the only thing I couldn’t figure out.”
“I heard you and Albright speaking of a plan that involved a psychological ploy,” he admitted. “It was a scheme meant to gain the cooperation of those needing medical help—those least likely to get it