Hermione stared at the parchment Zabini had given her, feeling utterly and completely helpless.
There were names, and lines connecting the names to other names, and some of the lines were in different colours and...
"Tell me," said General Granger, "is there anyone in my army who isn't a spy?"
There were names, and lines connecting the names to other names, and some of the lines were in different colours and...
"Tell me," said General Granger, "is there anyone in my army who isn't a spy?"
The Vitalist League, ostensibly a band of freedom fighters against the reign of a terrible lich-king. In truth, nearly all of the League's members are disguised undead infiltrators of various sorts. Most of the infiltrators are aware of this fact, but their superiors generally are not; due to the lich-king's habit of regularly purging the upper ranks of his secret police, the infiltration's operational history has been lost, and it's unclear whether the "original" human-led League ever existed in the first place.
—David J. Prokopetz, "More inadvisable secret societies for your
Dungeons & Dragons game".
Dungeons & Dragons game".Would he or she know it, if one of the undercovers made eye contact with another? Would they look across the circle and see something, recognize some deeply-hidden kinship? And if they were all cops, all deep undercover, each one simply impersonating an activist so as to target actual activists, what would happen then? Would they be able to see that, and set the ruse aside, step into the light, reveal what they really were? Or would they persist in the imitation game, awaiting instructions from above? Undercovers didn’t make decisions, MacReady knew; they didn’t even do things. They fed information upstairs, and upstairs did with it what they would. So if a whole bunch of undercovers were operating on their own, how would they ever know when to stop?
— Things with Beards, by Sam J. Miller
[Lost Angels] has gotten so dangerous that all the local people have left. This is both a safe country and the front line. It’s a mystery how the place even still functions as a city! The entire place is crawling with military personnel using suspicious, falsified resumes. Everyone else is a wanted criminal or someone else who can’t live in any other city. Simply put, the city is half soldiers and half exiles.
— Havia, Heavy Object
