You'd been given your orders. Infiltrate the resistance, gather intel, burn it down from the inside.

It's not like you hadn't done it before, infiltration was your specialty. The Grace City Council had handpicked you for the job after all.

And yet, it was different this time, wasn't it? Because of him?

"C'mon now, dove. Don't go zoning out on me." Fox chided affectionately, "We need to go over the details for this next rally."

Right. The rally. The one you'd leaked to the Council.

Shit.