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Three suspects. One traitor.
A direct approach wouldn't work—the mole was too careful.
By the time they would get to him, he'd likely already have committed suicide.
They needed to find out who he was before he knew that he was caught.
So instead, Emir planned to set up a trap and wait for one of them to slip.
In no more than ten seconds, he had already returned to the tenth floor, reaching his office, where Amon was waiting.
"Did you get what we need?"
He handed him a small note with the three names written down.
Emir sat on his office chair, then looked at his terminal, mentally commanding it to display their profiles.
"As I expected, we've got more than one. We'll be going ahead with plan A."
Amon looked over those names multiple times and then looked back at Emir.
"So we feed them false information?"
Emir nodded.
