TELL THEM NO LIES
“The life of spies is to know, not to be known.”
– George Herbert
In the light of morning, faintly pink and gray and dimmed by snow, Jarrod stood before Captain Gwerian, his local commander and by all rights his boss, who strode back and forth in front of him, her hands locked before her. Aever and Carj waited in the hall.
“First off,” said Jarrod, “My troops bear no responsibility. This is on me.”
“You’re damned right, it is,” she began. “My understanding is that you left your room unlocked, and enemy agents were able to steal all of the intelligence that you have been keeping. Copies that you weren’t supposed to be making in the first place. Is this correct?”
“More or less, ma’am.”
She looked Jarrod in the eye. “What did I tell you? I told you not to screw this u
