Good day, my fellow romantic!

Here is this weekend’s excerpt. 👊

I’ll post another one Wednesday. On Saturday 24, I’ll post the full audio episode for part 30.

Curious to hear what you think,

Sigrid

Woodward shut the bunker door. His expression was grim.

”Rick, what are you talking about?” El demanded.

Louise stepped back and bumped into the wall. She leaned heavily against it. Woodward glanced at her briefly, narrowing his eyes.

He wagged his finger at El. “Women have always been your weak spot,” he said.

El folded her arms, bristling. “You are way out of line. What are you doing here?”

“Viv was bad but this one?” he continued, pointing at Louise. “This one really is the icing on the cake.” He shook his head in disgust. “Pathetic.”

“Enough!” El yelled.

Woodward stepped forward and grabbed El’s wrist. She tried to pull back her hand but he held on to it. Her lips parted in shock.

“You no longer get to tell me what to do,” he growled. “I should have stopped you much sooner.”

He let go of her wrist with an impatient sigh. El stumbled back. Louise tasted bile in the back of her throat.

“This Republic was founded by rebels,” Woodward continued. “Rebels fight for what they believe in.” He pointed at Louise again. “They don’t fucking sleep with the enemy!”

El found one of the chairs to lean on for support. Louise lowered her gaze. She wondered when Woodward had figured it out. How did they get caught?

“You’re weak.” Woodward started pacing around the bunker. “And you made us weak.”

Louise’s head jerked up. What the hell was he talking about?

“Really? That’s what this is about?” El asked.

Woodward grabbed El’s notebook and leafed through it. He snorted and threw it back onto the conference table.

“Damn right! I told you we should be fighting the Global Coalition! Try to bring it down!”

“That’s not what the people want,” El immediately replied.

Louise’s eyes darted back and forth between her and Woodward. They clearly had had this discussion before. What was Louise missing here?

“Oh, they will once they see our network infrastructure go up in flames! I bet they’ll want to fight back then!” Woodward said triumphantly.

If El was shocked by his statement, she didn’t show it. Louise, on the other hand, felt her jaw fall to the floor.

Woodward stood before El again. “They will realize that living side by side with the Global Coalition was always an illusion.”

El thought for a long moment. Then, she let go of the chair and straightened her shoulders. “What did you do, Rick?”

He huffed. “You mean what did *we*do.”

El stepped closer. “What does that mean?”

Woodward crossed his arms. “I didn’t come up with this. Your aunt Monique did.”

El blinked a few times. Red splotches popped up all over her neck and cheeks. “You’re lying,” she finally blurted out.

“Nope,” Woodward said. “Monique never stopped fighting. Did you know she still had a network of spies in the Global Army?”

Louise felt her heartbeat pick up. What had he just said? El pursed her lips. She didn’t seem as surprised as Louise was.

He pulled up a chair. “Wanna sit down for this?”

“Fuck you,” El said.

He lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “Fine. About 4 months back, Monique found out that a cell within the Global Army was putting together a plan to wipe us off the map. They wanted to trick their politicians into approving an offensive.”

Woodward snorted in disgust. “The plan was to stage an attack on their own network. Then blame us. They knew the Global Council would have no choice but to retaliate. Especially just weeks before an election!”

“I already know all of that,” El said in a mocking tone. Louise guessed she was only pretending to be confident. The redness in El’s cheeks told a different story.

“Sure, but your aunt told me this months ago. Before she fell ill.”

El breathed in sharply. It took her a few seconds to reply. “Bullshit. She would have told me.”

He glanced at the wall with the Fireblue Republic emblem. “No, she knew you would want to take the diplomatic route. She wanted to do something different. Said some fireworks were long overdue.”

“What?!” El immediately replied. There was some doubt in her voice now.

“Monique decided it was an opportunity to make the Global Army look like fools,” he said, sounding almost giddy. He folded his arms and smiled. “That old bird had a lot of fight left in her.”

El’s nostrils flared but she stayed quiet.

“She asked me to send the Global Army fake information about you and our infrastructure. Pretend to be a mole,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

Louise saw the color drain from El’s face.

“It was a good idea,” he continued, “She wanted to make the Global Army bomb some empty warehouses.”

He looked up at the ceiling as if he needed a moment to stop himself from bursting into laughter.

Louise’s eyebrows shot up. The plan was simple yet effective, she had to admit. There would have been hell to pay if the Global Army had bombed rebel territory but didn’t inflict any damage weeks before the election. Heads would have rolled. Except…

“Except they got their hands on the real locations of our network hubs,” El said before Louise could finish her thought.

Woodward tucked his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, I tweaked the plan a little. Your aunt had gotten a bit soft with old age.”

El’s mouth opened in surprise.

Alright, that’s enough for today. See you back here on Wednesday!

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