Chapter 34: Secret Organization!
Elder Mathews frowned. His mind struggled to connect her dots.
"What do you mean?" Mathews asked.
"A secret organization? How did you even reach that conclusion?"
Elder Briggins sighed. He leaned forward in his chair.
"Martha," Briggins said. "You are stretching it. You are stretching it far."
He shook his head slowly. "If a hidden faction existed, they would leave traces. There are always footprints left behind in the desert sand of hidden crimes."
Martha glared at them. She gripped the edges of the obsidian table. She took a hard breath.
"I understand what you mean," Martha hissed. "It is not easy to hide your traces when you are working in this field."
She slammed her fist onto the table.
THUD!
"But do you really think we would be uninformed? With all our spies? With our members who have infiltrated the deep roots of Bastion Seven?"
She raised a bony finger.
