“But why?” Lienna asked again, stepping toward the captain. “You could’ve gotten that memory stick from him without letting him walk.” “Keep friends close.” She tucked her clipboard under her arm. “Keep enemies closer. And keep pawns where you can use them. Agent Shen, Agent Morris, protect that memory stick with your lives—and ensure no one else ever lays eyes on it. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, ma’am,” Lienna and I chorused.

