Too many secrets had escaped the agency, and everyone knew they had a mole within their ranks. But the council was at a loss. Whoever was leaking documents, they were covering their tracks too well.
So Agent Seven organized a party.
Space was prepared, and everyone with security clearance was gathered in what they thought was a simple social.
But Agent Seven had his own agenda.
He confidently walked out into the ballroom and, one by one, started punching the guests in the back of the head.
“Sorry…” One of them eventually mumbled.
And so, the Canadian spy was unmasked.