“You’re not mentally stable, Mattis.” Perry said with some concern in her voice as she pulled up a chair next to his hospital bed. “You have post-traumatic stress disorder for several months now. It’s why you were easy to take advantage of and fool.”
Perry began to debrief him as he lay silently in bed, recovering from his wounds; listening in, but with his eyes closed. Mattis had a hard career that he wasn’t psychologically able to deal with as a Special Forces operator. Throughout his career he interdicted drug shipments and later led a revolutionary optical camouflage unit within MARSOC once Gallia arrived. He was an infiltrator and boarding team leader, stealing enemy ships, raiding enemy outposts for intel or getting support for the resistance on Leeds. But he had seen too much.
Perry handed a psychological profile over to him, it was his. “This is how I was able to utilize you. The entire Bretonian superweapons project was a calculated psychological risk I took, hoping that it would spring you into action against me. I needed someone to fake my death so I could leave Bretonia, because I’ve been with LSF the entire time I was with the SIS. It was time for my cover to end.”
“My plan worked, in fact it worked a little bit too well. You nearly planned a very dangerous terrorist attack on Bretonia by targeting those modular bases and destroying the hadron collider facility all by yourself.”
“How am I going to sleep now?” He asked. “By dealing with your problems, Mattis, not by blowing up buildings and betraying your House.”
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