A/N: I promised a story, didn't I? The beginning is rather ambiguous, and Arthur was a slight challenge to write. Hopefully I did the man justice. See him as you wish. Reviews, as always, are lovely, appreciated, and are just one of the many ways to show me you've enjoyed the story thus far. A billion and one thanks to those who read my previous CA-shots. There will be more to come in the future, don't you worry!
Disclaimer: I do not own Covert Affairs. That belongs to its creators, Matt Corman and Chris Ord. The idea partially belongs to me. Credit given to Erin for helping me with the idea.
Acta Sanctorum
:Deeds of the Saints:
I hate the idea of causes,
and if I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend,
I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.
E. M. Forster
Prologue
The room belonging to the director of DCS was quiet. Arthur Campbell was alone, only a single lamp on while he awaited the return of one of his agents. All around, polygraph tests were being conducted on the agents and workers in order to find the source of the leak. Each day, it was as though the leak was becoming grander and grander, without a clue as to whom it could be or where it could be coming from.
Arthur had his suspicions, but he knew better than to voice them in front of his wife, Joan Campbell, the director of DPD. He was in the midst of repairing his relationship with her, and by telling her that he was near the top of his list would just bring them both back to step one.
After all, he was her most trusted agent.
It was near his hour of leaving when his agent returned. In his hand he held a manila folder; on his face, a look of disappointment. Arthur knew this wasn't going to be good news—or perhaps not good enough news.
"Sir," the agent said, standing by the door. Arthur ushered him inside, removing his glasses and closing the file before him. The agent came to stand before him, ready to speak. "The polygraph you requested has been conducted and analyzed." He passed the manila folder to Arthur. "It's like your wife said: he's not the leak."
Arthur groaned. He thought they were close. Closer than they thought they had been in a while.
"Have you managed to tap his outside phone?" Arthur asked his agent. Just because his polygraph came out clean did not mean that he was easily off the hook. Anyone like him would have had some kind of training so as to beat the polygraph.
"Yes, Sir," the agent said with a nod of his head. "I made sure both phones were tapped while he was in the polygraph room. We'll get hers the moment she arrives back."
"Good." Arthur nodded. At least some things were still going according to plan. "And the letter? Has it arrived yet?"
"The moment he checks his mailbox tonight it should be present."
"Excellent."
"But, Sir," the agent interjected, slightly hesitant about speaking his mind. "Are you sure your wife will allow both of them to go?"
"August Anderson and Anne Walker will have no problem leaving when the time comes. I'll make sure of it."
