Arresting the Traitor

What a rat bastard! I ordered all exits closed so he has nowhere to run. Arrest the traitor and bring him to me. I will conduct an interrogation. The rigorous kind.

First Baranov, then Strokov... I hate to admit it, but I seem to have gotten used to seeing treason everywhere I look, expecting everyone to stab me in the back. Once we come home, I'll quit the goddamn service and start growing grains or casting steel.

How could he flee? Where? Into illusion, you say? What a sleazeball! If he went there with his body, like you, then he's got enough willpower and confidence. That, however, serves only one purpose: his own belly!