In the wake of the Pub War, the Silver Shields had asked if they could expand the cellar of the pub and I had agreed. The first thing they did was add a war room. It was very nice as it had a display table where anything that could be graphically represented could be displayed including a 3D image. There were also several monitors around the room and the table was surrounded by chairs and doubled as a meeting table. there were also a couple of technicians that were in front of their computer monitors. The whole point of this was to give me, the commander, the most up to date intelligence on the situation. I sat looking down at a map of the city and its surrounding environments and found myself frowning.
The city center was green as were most of the immediate surrounding neighborhoods. Outside that there were a lot of red areas and lights. Those were the bad lands infested with bad guys. This war had a new problem in that it was becoming a shadow war more than an outright confrontation. This was not to my liking to be honest. Give me a straight up fight to all this sneaky stuff. This kind of fight played right into Mr. Lies and his minions’ hands. We were going to have to get an edge.
Colonel Gin was sitting next to me looking at the same stuff and brooding.
“Commander, this is not going to go well for us if we do not get some inside information.”
“Yeah, how are the pixies doing?”
The pixies were small and could fly so they were pretty good infiltrators but Mr. Lies had been true to his word and had set up some special things to detect them. Colonel Gin told me as much and also added that they were only useful in getting visible enemy targets. Anything hidden or underground and they were as blind as the rest of us.
“We need a spy or two.”
I frowned even deeper. I hate the thought of someone being in the midst of all that.
“They would have to pass themselves off as a vampire.”
“Or something similar Commander.”
Damn. This was getting real quickly.
“What about us? Do you think we have spies looking at us?”
“I have no doubts. Mr. Lies knew more about us than just the outside observer could tell. Someone is feeding him information and I bet that person stuck around through the war and is still here.”
Double Damn. I didn’t like that. In fact I liked that less than sending in a spy. The thought that someone I knew and perhaps trusted was an enemy spy.
“So how do we flush them out?”
“Don’t want to. I want to discover who they are and then turn them to our side.”
“Smart. You want a double agent?”
“It would be a way to feed the enemy false information.”
“Still need to catch them. Any ideas?”
“Probably a woman.”
“Yeah I know, but it stands to reason. Women have many advantages that make them perfect spies.”
“No idea, but I have a trap I think will work.”
“Ok, what about us getting someone in to Mr. Lies camp. He knows all of us so who do we get?”
“I will probably have to call an old friend for that.”
“I will leave that to you then Colonel. Less anyone knows the better.”
“Right. Only you and I will know anything about her.”
” ‘Her’ huh?”
“Like I said, women make the best spies.”
“Do I already know her?”
“No, but you will like her. She’s a redhead.”
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