A raspy voice emerged from Bart's lips. It sounded like that of a man in his mid-thirties, a stark paradox with Bart's small, battered form.0

Anna folded her arms across her chest and studied Bart with a curious gaze. "Let me guess, you're with the Foundation, aren't you?"0

Bart's silence confirmed her guess, prompting Anna to nod in understanding. 1

"That was a surprisingly easy guess. There's no challenge at all. With that said, is my man so important to you guys for you guys to attach a spy on him for years?"0

Bart struggled to prop himself up with his twisted arms and pushed his shriveled body upright. With drops of blood trickling down the corners of his eyes, his eyes glowed with a blue light as he said, "Don't think too highly of yourself. We placed NC91 on Charles' ship then to monitor...0