“What’s in the vaults? You mentioned it, but not specifically,” Natalie said.
“Weapons. Technology. Wealth. We live a simple life, but that does not mean we aren’t prepared for a Hive attack.”
Warden Egara harrumphed. “Apparently, someone wants to use the weapons to conquer Trion instead.”
“That’s my problem. The spy in your program, is yours, Warden.”
“A mole,” Natalie said, using an Earth term I’d never heard before.
The warden looked grim. “You take care of your problem, Councilor, and I’ll take care of mine. He won’t live long. Not now that I know I need to hunt him.”
“The transport is ready, Warden.” The red-haired soldier interrupted our conversation. “Councilor, they said to tell you that a Doctor Brax is on standby with Seton and a medical team.”
“Excellent.” Time to go home
