Sam sighed to himself for a moment. "With all due respect, and pardon me for saying this, it's highly likely your Father is in on it, or at least people close to him are. Even in the Navy where we are drilled ad nauseum in proper Operational Security procedures, leaks still happen. Everyone high enough in the chain of command has at least a half dozen staffers, and it's worse in the private sector. All it takes is one hacked virtual assistant, one person who can be bribed. the Navy went through extraordinary means, resorting all the way back to paper orders in secured containers, only viewable in rooms so un-wired it may as well have been the dark ages."<br/><br/>he took a breath, then continued, "you can't trust anyone. Not even your contacts on Conrad," he said. "When we get there, I'll send you down with my most trusted men, leave your data here, the last thing you'll want is for your data to fall into the wrong hands."<br/><br/>He sighed as much to himself as to her. "I have to assume whoever knows you were on that ship also knows we picked you up, that makes this my problem as much as yours now," he said.