Surviving Armageddon

46. The Broken Ties

Harold stared at Commander Slate, disbelief etched across his face. "Why would I give my granddaughter to you?" he questioned, dismissing the absurdity of the claim.

Commander Slate, unfazed, remarked, "Granddaughter? Oh, I see now - so that's the cover she decided to use. Very smart. She used your emotional turmoil to get that close to you - she's an excellent agent as ever."

Harold scoffed, "What nonsense are you talking about? Emily is not your agent - she's my granddaughter, and your claim of her being a spy is absurd. Surely you don't expect me to believe that."

Commander Slate persisted, "Yes, I do expect you to believe it - that is the truth, after all. I planted Emilia in your settlement to collect intel on you people."

Harold burst into laughter. "First of all, her name is Emily, not Emilia. Secondly, what's this crap about her being your agent? You can't seriously expect me to believe that my granddaughter is a spy now, will you?"

Harold remained steadfast, "If that's what b