Fair enough. How was the computer to know if something was hidden, if it wasn't supposed to know it?
“If such a code existed, would a feedback pulse from our ship's shields be able to cause a malfunction in the shielding around Zanthar?”
“Limited data,” Magnis replied. “Assuming the intense level of shielding that would be required for a planetary-scale defense shield, it seems highly unlikely that our limited shielding could cause such a failure.”
“Highly unlikely?” the major asked.
“The odds are 1 in 500,000,000,000,” Magnis replied.
“That's pretty unlikely,” the major mumbled. “So what the ship is saying is that someone is lying?”
“Right. I didn't think it was possible. My ship just isn't equipped to do that kind of damage.” Sylvie leaned against the nearest wall and let out a long breath.
“But it could provide a convenient excuse. Even if the story didn't hold water in a thorough investigation, it would be plausible enough to let the real Hareema agents sneak onto the surface and start taking over.” The major shook his head.
“And by the time anyone discovered it, it would have been too late.”
“It almost is,” he said, his face dark.
“We can't give up now. We have to find a way to convince everyone that Xivthar isn't a traitor, and that Hareema agents have infiltrated the highest levels of the government.”
“It will have to be something big. Something that a lot of people can see at once. If it isn't, the Hareema will be able to cover it up. We have to out them in front of a crowd so we can insure that others believe us.”
“And I think I have an idea on how to do that.” Sylvie forced a tight smile as her heart fluttered.
Please let X be okay. Please.
