"How did you even get a comms device?" Gin directed his gaze at Vodka, his cold eyes wandering back and forth over him. "It's just that Vodka saw I was about to burst from holding it in. I'm human, not some caged house cat. If you keep me locked up any longer, I really am going to get depressed."
"Where did you get that intelligence?" "I haven't even said what it is yet—can we have a shred of trust between people?" "No. Your credit here is zero." Vermouth sat in the back, listening to Gin answer every question, her voice calm. "Is it Whiskey?"
"Are there really that many undercover agents in the Organization? And based on the ones already dealt with or who've defected, we've got Public Security and the FBI. Since America's foreign intelligence agency is the CIA, could there possibly be a CIA mole inside the Organization too?" "What are you trying to pull now?!"
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