Lucy walked through the corridor, brooding. She turned, opened the door to her office, walked in, and locked the door behind her.
She walked over to her desk, slid out the key from her pocket, and inserted into the bottom drawer. She pressed her finger on the pad, and the lock came undone. Then she reached down to the false bottom of the draw, and pulled out the com-piece.
"Incoming message, received: 0 days, 0 hours, 10 minutes, ago."
"Sender: High Lord Sheyn. Recording type: spoken."
Lucy, or Sara, if she were to go by her real name, and pouted at the com piece. It was rare for the High Lord to send a spoken message to her; usually just an affirmative text consisting of either a 'good' or 'bad' was all he would respond with. Sara clicked the "open message" button.
"Sara, you are the Regime's last eye in the Preachers' Meta Mechanics Developmental Facility. Do not expose yourself, do not take any action that holds any risk for you or your real identity. Drigs will be returning to the planet to finish the job shortly; he will assault the facility under the command of Lady Dripell, whom I have heard you are already quite familiar with. When he does attack, even then you must take no risks. It is highly probably he will fail; you must not. His task is to destroy, yours is to gain influence. Gain contacts to the citadel, and use Drigs' assault as a diversion to mask your own escape from the facility. Simply contact me when you are ready, and a ship will be waiting to pick you up in orbit."
Sara smiled. She already had the contacts.
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Truth Stealers (Thief's Signal: Book 1)
Science FictionTrapped in a box with no way out, Jag doesn't remember how he got there, or why. But with time, as he slowly remembers snippets of who he is, he tries to piece together why he is there. But what is fact, and what is fiction? Is he dreaming, or is he...
