“I used to be a gym buddy,” she answered, shaking her head. “Damn, I'm insulted.”
“Really? I didn’t know that.”
“Clearly,” she replied, giggling.
“I hope everything goes fast. I can’t wait to get it over with,” I confessed as we went down the stairs.
“Mila is sure it will,” she told me, and I nodded.
Sergei was in the downstairs office with Mila. She was set up on the other side of my desk this time, another laptop beside hers.
“The security cameras are all in place,” Sergei said as Mila gestured for Alina to take the seat beside hers.
“So, what do I do?” Alina asked Mila, rubbing her hands together.
“While I feed false data into the system, you'll log in with your old credentials. The mole should bite.”
“Okay,” Alina answered, nodding.
Sergei and I stood behind, watching them.
Devlin came in a minute later.
“Boss,” he greeted. “All the guards have been repositioned.”
I nodded in acknowledgement.
“They’re in!” Mila exclaimed, pointing at the screen of the laptop in front of her. “The mole is trying to exfiltrate the false data. They know she’s logged in.”
Devlin rushed to the other table, expanding the small squares of the live footage.
“I got him!” he announced, a sardonic laugh leaving his lips. “The bastard is in the basement.”
I nodded at Sergei, and the both of us were out of the office and on the basement stairs within seconds.
“Recording device?”
“Always on me, boss,” he assured.
He threw the basement server room door open, and I saw the guy sitting on a chair to the right. The light from the laptop in his hand illuminated his face in the dim room. Alarmed, hetossed the laptop to the pile of wires beside him as he rushed to his feet.
“Sir! Boss Sergei! I…I just came for—”
“Sit,” I instructed, bringing out my gun from my holster.
He did as I said as we stepped closer, my gun pointed at him.
“Sir, please,” he begged. “I’ll stop everything and go far away from you.”
“Who do you work for?” I questioned.
“Sir? I…it’s not what it looks like….”
I interrupted him again. “If I ask you a question twice, you lose a family member. Well, they’ll lose you, either way. But you get the drift. All your information is in the contractors’ dossier.”
“They paid me,” he rushed.
Sergei brought out the compact recorder from his pocket.
