“Look here asshole!” Walcott’s tone gave no room to mistake his disposition for anything other than royally pissed off. “When did you plan on telling me that you’ve been tracking our movements?” 

The man who Walcott had been interrogating did all but jump out of his chair as the detective stormed into the room. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about man! I don’t know anything!” He seemed genuine, but Biermann wasn’t impressed. 

“He knew.” He motioned for Walcott to leave the room, “Take care of the situation.” Harry left the room with Biermann and the man alone. After Walcott had gone, Biermann turned to the man and whispered, “I know about her… Tell me her current whereabouts and I will be inclined to allow you to leave, after you’ve been screened of course.” He gave the man a moment to think about it before saying, “Unless you would like to join your comrades.” 

“You Americans wouldn’t - it’s against your laws, I’m-”

“I wouldn’t now? Why would you say that? We already have most of your people in custody and they won’t be going anywhere any time soon. I will give you one more chance to give me the information I want.”

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“Do you mean to say that they’ve been tracking our shipments? Dammit - how could they have done this? We are one of the most secure, if not the most secure, organization in the world!” 

“Calm yourself Dr. McCoy, we need to think of how they would’ve got this sort of information on us.” Walcott had entered the room.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Akihito had taken control of one of the microphones and cameras on the “hologram”. “They have someone on the inside… I mean how else would they have been able to tack everything we’ve done? If I were to give it a shot I’d say it was someone in the operations office, given that they knew we were coming here, I’d say it’s someone in the evening shift. There, that narrows it down to about thirty people.”