“Dang,” I muttered after I’d recovered, “mic went dead.” Paulie & Ezra gave me an odd look. “I had a surveillance mic in the Premiere’s office,” I explained hastily.
“What?!” they asked in unison, bewildered & confused.
“I forgot to mention; after I was captured, I gave him the impression that I turned traitor to the Resistance, & became his advisor.”
“But…” Paulie stuttered, trying to put it mildly, “but, um, you’re a…”
“Girl, I know. I disguised myself & lopped off my hair.”
Ezra tousled my hair. “You always were a brilliant actress.”
“I figured this would be the best way to learn ins & outs of the Secretists. But he became suspicious, & now it sounds like he’s madder than hell trying to find us.”
“I thought the mic was in his office.”
“With all the racket he was making, I’m surprised we didn’t hear it out here.”
Paulie began shifting uneasily. “Well, this is an interesting turn of events. The way I see it, your penetration could be very beneficial, or it could very well lead to our demise.”