"Tell me, who tipped you off at Westpoint? You left your men to dry there on awfully short notice," said Aldrich.
"Desmond. He told me he suspected an attack was coming my way."
Desmond. The Spider. Aldrich had a good idea it was this guy, but taking him out had been difficult with the hearing coming up so soon and his constant moving. Plus, further research suggested that Desmond's ties with the Trident, specifically the Italian Prong, granted him quite the personal security entourage. Tough and secure enough that a hit squad would not work unless Aldrich used the likes of Okeanos, and Okeanos emitted way too much energy to not be noticed from miles away.
"And how did Desmond know that?"
"Desmond said he had good reason. That's all I know. I trust him, so I listened and scrammed away to my bunker for code red situations like this. I left my men to rot, but they were all temporary mercs, anyway. I could always replace them."
