“Do you really work for MJ-12?”
“In a way,” Dub said with a shrug. “The future’s complicated. I did something that I thought would free a lot of people, but then I discovered we were pawns in a much bigger game. We aligned with the lesser of two evils, a group called the Core Cadre, to buy Earth and Mars as much time as possible before the Great War kicks off.”
McCabe scratched his chin while trying to process Dub’s words. He patted at his pockets for a cigarette and tried to form a new question, but Dub reached up a bloodied, shaking hand, stopping him.
“We’re almost out of time, Sergeant, but I have a confession to make before you and your men go.” Dub’s face crinkled in pain when he rested his hand on his chest, allowing the blood to ooze from his stomach wound. “I lied when I said y
