Conan Moss

The tension in the room was thicker than smoke, but it didn't matter to me. The elders were already irritated that I was even here, let alone contributing. But that wasn't my problem. They'd invited me back into the conversation, and I wasn't going to sugarcoat anything. I was here now, and they were going to listen if they didn't want to keep fucking up.

"This whole setup is flawed," I said bluntly, arms crossed, Canon squirming lightly in my arms.

One of the elders, a wrinkled old asshole with a permanent scowl, scoffed at me like I'd just spilled juice on his floor. "Then how do you suppose we capture the spies?"

"If I were trying to breach this territory," I said, raising my voice just enough to cut through the murmuring, "I'd do it in three ways. One, I'd leak just enough misinformation to see who reacts to it—maybe spread a false rogue attack at one border while sneaking through another. Two, I'd use your patrol schedules being predictable as fuck—switching them up randomly w