“Awww,” Dumas cooed sarcastically.  “Baby pictures of you.  I bet you were such a cute little kitten.”<br/><br/>Although extremely practical, Chester’s suggestion presented a moral dilemma.  Absently, Dumas rubbed the bridge of his nose as he considered it.  It was difficult to be a soldier without believing that the ends ultimately justify the means.  All that killing and blowing things up has to bring some greater good, doesn’t it?  So Dumas generally didn’t shy away from using shady methods when the situation necessitated it.  However, he also felt deep loyalty towards his friends, and that came with its own code of honor.  Which was worse?  Deceiving Mari or allowing her to be exposed to some unknown danger?<br/><br/>“I know a guy,” Dumas finally conceded.  “He used to make spy stuff for the military.  After getting out, he went black market.  He can put trackers in things like necklaces or rings.  So if we bought Mari a little gift and told her to wear it all the time..well, you know how she is.  Always eager to please.”<br/><br/>But apparently this was all too much for DEE.  Despite the system’s wariness around Chester, it materialized in its usual holographic form: an exact duplicate of Dumas.  Except this version was standing with its hands on its hips, glaring disapprovingly at both Chester and Dumas.  “This is unacceptable,” it stated.  “Using Mari’s trust and kindness to trick her.  I won’t allow it!”