"Step Four: Looking Glass."
Lilian had not told them about this particular part of the plan. Simply because it was a more personal one.
In her office, hands folded, eyes stern, the screen before went dark for a moment, then displayed a simple, ominous logo: a shattered mirror.
After the shattering, numerous lines and codes, tracking the multiple ways people used to spy or deduce hidden information about people.
Lilian's eyes narrowed as he watched the lines stretch, wondering of the many possibilities he might have used to 'know.'
"How did he know?" she murmured to herself. "How did he obtain deeply personal, non-public information regarding a federal agent? Regarding me!"
She clenched her teeth, eyes reddening. 'My father. My pain. My vulnerability.'
First, she wanted to reminisce through far memories of her Dad, but she quickly pushed the tears away and 'locked in.'
