Testing, testing, testing, one, two, three. You know what me? Okay?

Yeah, just don't move around too much. It messes with the sound.

All right, Roger that.

It was all coming down to the wire. In a couple of hours, Farrow was going to hack into a closed-door

session between the UEG and ONI, and I was going to expose all of the intelligence

agency's ugly secrets to Senate leadership.

Having Petrosky remotely record his statement in advance like this was going to give me one less variable to worry about once we were in.

But I was still waiting on final materials from a shock.

I hadn't heard from Farrow all day, and I was urgently trying to pull it all together.

I was a wreck.

Come on, come on.

Considering he was about to accuse O&I of atrocious human rights violations,

Petrosky, on the other hand, seemed completely calm.

He wanted to chit-chat about the chief.

So, high treason.

Yeah.

You, uh, do you think that's for real?

Uh, I guess.

That's what people are saying. Can you stay sitting up like that, please?

The master chief.

Damn, that's got to be a black guy for only PR, huh?

You know, boots all across the military or gabbing like they're at a slumber party or something.

...