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We have three suspects in the information leak problem.
Mike takes Nate to the maintainance place and requests that he get legs.
Bill and Patrick begin questioning stormtroopers about insubordination.
I got way cracked out and kinda ill, so I'll have Mike and Nate update this portion:
Nate done killed hisself. He knew too much of his own existence. Isaac Asimov ain't got shit on this boy.

So, there was this disloyalty mystery about three officers.

It was a bit of a clusterfuck, see also, Sherlock Holmes starring a retarded detective. Critical failure followed critical failure, until most of us were convinced that the guilty were innocent and the innocent were guilty. Ward and Bill interrogated underlings; Nate [with obtained legs and drughands] injected truth drugs. One underling was quite suspect but Ward/Natebot believed them. Fortunately, Bill would not be suaded. The true guilty party revealed his culpability vis a vis destiny point war of mind control, rebuke, mind control, rebuke and force lightning on the Lovelace. Thank fucking god.

From there it becomes a sordid tale of clones and imposters switcheroo, culminating in Bill using a reveal-all destiny point at just the right time and an anticlimatic arrest. Nate's realization of his multiple memory wipes and ultimate decision to end his life by 11 grenades, or 44d6+33.
Glorious.