!SIL6URyblU 05/05/12(Sat)17:29 No.18990611|
"We have a mole." You say.
Grayson raises an eyebrow.
"They knew." You add. "They knew exactly where to fucking go."
"What if she had some kind of tracking implant?" He asks. "They could have locked on, and. . "
"SHE DID." You growl, standing up. "I KILLED IT. We. Have. A. Mole."
He's standing there, flabbergasted at your snarl. In fact, you're surprised your own anger.
"You can check your ship for leaks." You tell him, standing. Your arm is bandaged up, as is your torso, and you walk away, toward the fast-food place. "I'm going to go get something to eat." You say, putting on your repaired armor. Mark does fast work.
<Big news,> The dropbox said. <Grasshopper's been captured, and so they're starting an operation to return him.>
"I know that." You growl to the empty table. "And he's a she."
<They're being secretive, though, using all kinds of codewords I haven't figured out yet. If I figure anything else out, I'll send it here. Abel Out.>
Cyan suddenly spoke up. <There's a new entry, too.> He said.
<Show me that one too.> You say, taking another bite of horrible, horrible fast food.
<Grasshopper has been returned.> He said. <He's back in action, and apparently he failed his spy job, whatever that was, and that's how he got captured. Now they're gearing up for some other kind of operation, but not against EE. Against some other corp. I'm not sure which. I'll get back later. Abel Out.>