Moot looked long and hard at Ferris. He had lost any appetite for keeping his cards close. He needed someone to trust, someone he could turn to. He had to risk this to forge an alliance. The heat rose up from the sidewalks and the city's traffic din lulled during the long moment of silence between them. She waited expectantly, her eyes locked on him.

"Something's rotten in MASK" he said finally. "I'm not sure exactly who - or what - is behind it- yet." Ferris' expression registered no surprise.

"I'm afraid that it goes all the way to the top. And MASK operatives are being thrown under the bus to serve as cover." Ferris knew she could trust what Moot said because he was so clearly being marked for elimination. He had nothing to gain from lying to her. She wasn't so sure about the others.

"Who do you think can be trusted? Knight? Rook? Valentine?" He noted her intentional omission of MASK CEO Love, and of Franken and Chapelle.

"Where Knight goes, so goes Rook. Valentine, I'm not so sure... did you know that Knight hasn't been seen for over a week? We've been communicating remotely- I'm not sure where he is- are you?"

"Let me see what I can find out." Ferris replied. "Let's meet for drinks at 5."