The silence that enveloped the room was broken when agent Brown spoke.

Brown: “who found the encrypted files?”

Tina: “I did”

Brown: “could you explain how?”

Tina: “I work some hours a week as consultor at the private laboratory, Imhotep; on Friday when I arrived there, I was told that the computers had been updated, so, I turned on mine and check my files and links, and I found this hidden link that leads me to a folder I have never seen before, I copied it and brought with me in my tablet; when I tried to open it I found the files were encrypted, I could make an initial unencrypting but it was not enough to read the documents, fortunately, Bette could unencrypt some files”

Brown: “it didn’t occur to you that those files could contain vital information?”

Tina: “how could I? The most I could think was on some industrial espionage or some of my work stolen by that people”

Brown studied Tina, but the geneticist was unreadable, she uses her old cover, the same she wore as a teenager. The same that years later she used when Don Kennard approached her again, and she repressed all her fears and feelings. The same one she never could use with Bette, no, Bette was her Waterloo and salvation at the same time. With Bette, she could be always herself even when they were parted. But now she needs to protect Coleman, James, Maura and especially Bette, and Jane knowing her, left everything in her hands in Tina’s feign of the recount of the events.

Brown: “okay, I will confiscate your tablet”

Maura: “you can’t, all our research to heal the victims is there”

Jane: “ahem…, she is right, you may remove those files from the tablet but leave the others to them; we need the rest of the stored information there…, including the software”

Brown whispered something to her aids and after a short discussion, he agrees on to take the files from the device and return it to them. After the FBI agents left, Bette approached Tina who was trembling and rubbed her back and held her.

Bette: “relax, they are gone, they bought it”

Tina: “fuck…, I don’t like to do that, no anymore”