“If we’re going to do this,” Redman said, “there’s something you need to know about my situation.”
The Director rested his hands together, on the desk between them. “Do elaborate, then.”
Redman took a deep breath, wondering how he could explain it without giving all the crazy details that would make them think he was insane. Maybe he was – Redman couldn’t really be sure.
“There are… others,” he started. “Other members of my crew who will be firmly on the side of Gideon. We’re a very tight-knit group, so it will be difficult to keep this from them. I may have to go long stretches of time without reporting, and I may be kept out of Gideon’s business by circumstance from time to time. If you can handle that, I’m in.”
After seeing what the Zircon Clan were hiding in their documentation for a buyer’s agent near Brighton, Redman wasn’t sure he could truly get on board with their plans. However, he could go along with this double agent mission, then decide which side he’d truly join – if any.
He wanted an equal society without elites stepping all over everybody else, of course, but was he okay with it being at the expense of New Melbourne suburbs? Did the innocent buyer’s agent Melbourne residents had come to trust deserve to lose his business? Did the regular people of New Melbourne deserve to lose everything to create the New Adelaide utopia?
“You do whatever you need to,” said the Director. “Your insights into the workings of Gideon’s inner circle will be invaluable. We’ll take whatever we can get.”
“Great,” said Redman. “We have an agreement, then. Now, the only thing that’s left is getting me an alibi for abandoning my meeting with Gideon.”
Jesse and the Director gave each other an odd look. “Oh, I think we’ve got just the thing,” said Jesse with a sly grin.