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Erdahan was briefing Malenstein on the investigation.

"We have identified 121 current or living former UIU operatives who had access to the cases that were leaked. None in this task force, a handful on the board. They'll be questioned later."

"Good. Have you followed the Harold Pierce lead?"

"We're working on it."

someone knocks on the door

Malenstein goes to it. Jagvir Singh is standing outside.

"You really should reinstate me as project head."

"We have discussed this."

"You can't just put me in some dead-end job in the foreign department, dammit! I've worked here for years, and you're putting someone just out of field ops in charge. You have to reconsider, or I'll have to reconsider for myself my place in this organisation."

"You know that I cannot do that."

Malenstein closes the door

Erdahan and Malenstein were discussing recent developments.

"My team has found something very promising. So, of the 121 there are ten commands. Four had seventeen members, five had nine members. But then the last one, the same kind of command as the last five, comes up with eight. But then on the schedule register, all of the last six have nine members.

It looks like our leaker has tried to erase themself from the suspect list. i don't have the access to know who our hidden member is, but you do."

"I will go to the archives. This could be our breakthrough."

Malenstein leaves, but is met by Jagvir Singh.

"If you're not going to reinstate me as project head, then I shall to resign after my current assignment in Fendiralia is complete. I depart for it tonight. You have until then to stop one of your best men from leaving."

"You know my answer. Erdahan will in charge."

After waiting for hours, Malenstein had finally received the records which he had been waiting for.

He took out Kaja Erdahan's member list, and compared it. The tenth command, which had it's ninth member removed in Erdahan's list, was now revealed in full.

He looked for the ninth name.

'Agent J. Singh'

The ninth member was Administrator Singh.

" So that was why he was so desperate to retain command." Thought Malenstein. "And now he's about to fly out of the country."

Malenstein alerts Erdahan, and all UIU personnel near the headquarters' airstrip. He begins to make his way towards it in order to stop the flight from departing.

UIU Headquarters Airstrip

A Flying Wing has been brought out onto the airstrip in preparation for it's departure at 7 PM. Singh, the only passenger in the small aircraft, orders the pilot to come with him and assure his co-pilot that he wouldn't be needed for the flight.

Lasta sits in a tree near the airstrip. He had followed Singh home after he met with arms dealers days before, and had been monitoring him ever since. Lasta had an improvised explosive device with him that he had intended to place under Singh's car, but the UIU Administrator had decided to use public transport that morning.

Lasta saw his chance and made his way to the unattended aircraft, using darkness as cover. He entered it's open door and placed his bomb under the first seat in the passenger cabin.

It would be triggered when the aircraft began to move, destroying the seat and anyone in it's vicinity.

Malenstein finally reached the airstrip, where Jagvir Singh and his pilot were walking back towards the flying wing that would take them out of the country. Approaching the two, he gave commands while preparing to take out his gun.

"Jagvir Singh, by order of the Unusual Investigations Unit Directorate you are under arrest on the charge of murder! Pilot, I order you to leave this airstrip!"

The pilot immediately runs away, frantically waving his hands in the air. Singh continues to walk.

"Director, you are too late. Perhaps if I had been kept head of the investigation, you would have found out sooner."

"You have no pilot. Stand down or I will fire."

"No you won't. Killing me wouldn't be any better than letting me go."

"You have no options. Stand down or I will fire."

"Oh, come on. You're not the only one in the UIU who can fly one of these things."

"This airstrip is surrounded by agents. If you take off, you will be apprehended or shot down."

"If that were true they would be out here. You're terrible at threatening people. Funny, considering your work."

"Singh, this is treason. You will face life imprisonment."

"Treason against what? This farce of a country? You'd really think that 'Liberto-Ancapistan' wouldn't do all of the sh*t that your organisation gets up to. I've seen it all first hand."

"You support the Free Guard, an authoritarian group. Now stand down!"

"You still think this is about the Free Guard? Typical! Everyone who supported the Free State is a f*cking terrorist, right? Now get out of here. There's nothing you can do to stop me. You might as well save your time."

Singh nears the flying wing.

"If you escape, we will find and apprehend you. Stand down now."

"Violating the laws of foreign nations, are we?"

Singh climbs into the flying wing's cockpit.

"I repeat. Stand down."

"It seems you are too late, Director. Your army of agents is nowhere to be seen...

Farewell!"

Singh closes the cockpit, and soon the flying wing begins to move.

Malenstein pulls out a radio and prepares to scramble fighter jets to shoot down Singh's craft.

The flying wing gathers speed, and starts to move down the airstrip.

...

...

Suddenly, a jet of fire erupts from the top of the flying wing, blowing off a piece of the fuselage and the remains of a passenger seat. The aircraft turns and quickly loses it's footing, the tip of it's wing hitting the ground. It bends and snaps.

The flying wing almost flips over, turning on it's side. It grinds to a halt halfway down the airstrip. Malenstein runs over.

The cockpit opens. Singh drags himself out, but drops onto the airstrip with a thump. He attempts to get up, but falls over. His right leg is bent at an unnatural angle.

"Thank you for standing down, Administrator Singh. There was no need for violence."

Malenstein radios headquarters.

"I need agents, a fire crew and an ambulance."

5 minutes later

Singh, on a stretcher, is loaded into an ambulance. Malenstein has been joined by a dozen agents, a fire engine and Kaja Erdahan. She spoke.

"That was lucky. I've never seen a flying wing fail like that."

"That was no failure."

An agent runs up to Malenstein, carrying a phone.

"You've got a call. The caller claims to have uncovered a major national security threat."

"Who is it?"

"You're not gonna believe this, but it's Harrison Rand. Something about submarines."