Oquirrh sits beside him and takes a deep breath to steady herself. "You've probably figured this out already," she says, "but--the teammate I've told you about is the person who raided your base last night."

Who nearly killed Washington's best friend. She can't meet his eyes. "I didn't know until Louisiana brought him back to base, Wash. I swear. And I never told you who I worked for because this wasn't supposed to happen."

Her voice catches. No, this is no time to cry. She's not trying to evoke sympathy. And yet, when she whispers "I hate working for Control," the tears come anyway.