The tape would provide General Rutledge with sufficient evidence to institute an investigation into the security breach apparently infecting my operation. I would forward the audio link the first chance I had. Either someone in the MEK had tipped off the Iranian government or someone in DDO Otto Wiseman’s sphere of influence had leaked word of my HALO drop. I still hoped I was wrong about Wiseman. After all, he and I were supposed to be fighting the same fight, right? To keep the land of the red, white, and blue safe from scumbags just like the ones hiding in the bushes not a hundred yards from me. Of course, I was also acting under the assumption that the leak wasn’t coming from the office of my good friend General Tom Rutledge, something I could hardly bring myself to consider. But since I also knew that Mr. Elliot had no such prejudice, I would send him the same audio link. Mr. Elliot would leave not a single stone unturned, including the general’s entire staff. I told myself it was a case of better safe than sorry and had nothing to do with my friendship with Tom.
