(From Whispers from Within)
Jack stared at the printout, feeling his heart race as he realized what Ronnie had discovered — someone within TIC was actually working with the enemy.
Rising he paced around his conference room table, pausing before the windows he turned to look back at Ronnie.
“This is real Ronnie.”
Ronnie felt a shiver slide down her spine. He was right, someone they worked with, someone they knew, had been an instrument in someone’s death.
“What happens now?” She asked at last, her voice little more than a whisper.