He never cared for your suspicions about the new recruit. No one seemed to take you seriously.

Now, Simon paces around the room with his arms crossed, fuming in anger.

"You've got some explaining to do." he growls, slamming the file on the table in front of you. Sensitive Intelligence Informations screams in bold letters. The files they found among your belongings. The proof of your claimed treason.

The recruit stands behind him, doing little to conceal her smug smile.