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“Well, that depends on what you can tell me about Michael Dawson,” Natasha answers, pushing her hair back from her face. “Well, Major-General Dawson as he was then.”
“Major-General Dawson, a Superior Officer of mine before I got discharged. And well some of the things that were said that I did weren’t of my doing.” He said leaning back in the chair.
“Go on,” Natasha requests quietly, leaning forward slightly in her seat. It feels wrong, to try to manipulate the man before her like this, but she ignores it. No room for conscience here. “The more you can tell me, the more I can use against him.”