Old Hardenn looked at Brian helplessly, "I've signed a confidentiality agreement..."
"NW organization's confidentiality agreement?"
"FBI's confidentiality agreement."
Hearing this, Brian rolled his eyes, "Since when do our NW people have to follow the FBI's confidentiality agreements? Besides, if I tell you, are you going to report me?"
He felt that he had some issues with the FBI, always clashing with them. Now the mere mention of the FBI triggered a stress response.
One day he'd get them!
Seeing this, Old Hardenn had no choice but to explain:
"Well, truthfully, I don't really want to see that thing again.
The first time I saw it, it must've been over thirty years ago.
Back then, I was a young and promising Mounted Policeman with my own family and kids, until I saw those messed-up lines, and my life completely changed... Got a smoke?"
Click~
Brian lit the cigarette for Old Hardenn personally.
