"Don't shoot, Jace," Leith snapped, narrowing his eyes at her. 
	Kate peered at him curiously, lips curved in a smirk. 
	Back before the war, there had always been corruption; everywhere one looked, there were knives been shoved into people's backs. The government would annex otherwise friendly nations, would wage war over resources, and CEOs would sink other businesses in order to stay afloat themselves, and even neighbors who just so happened to make a few more dollars than the other would suddenly be seeking methods of eliminating potential competition and would flaunt about as if they owned the world, as if nothing could touch them. Judgment would be passed, but it was always flawed. The world remained the same, even after two hundred years. No one would ever learn lessons from history. Organizations who thought that they could and would stomp down others persisted.
	And one that he had been acquainted with, to an extent, even before the war, was one of the strongest out there.
	"She's one of the Brotherhood," Leith said, voice quiet.
	Kate grinned, "What an entertaining puzzle it has been."