S.A.S.
She held out a clean towel because sometimes agency looks like domesticity.
Susan exhaled. “I asked for ASIO,” she said. “I got… you.”
“You got both,” Sonja said. “Sit.”
Susan sat. She looked smaller and more dangerous that way.
“You were going to tell them everything about PX-5,” Sonja said, non-question.
“I was going to tell someone,” Susan said. “ASIS declared me dead for a reason.”
“You were working off-books,” Sonja said, reading posture as well as words. “Somebody needed the work done without the paperwork.”
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