"Young Master Edward, where are we going?" Harry ran after Edward and climbed into a private carriage that would take them out of the city.
"We're going to blow up a place before the situation catches up with it." Edward smiled. "I told you we were going to play a game of counterintelligence, didn't I?"
Harry nodded. "I remember. What do you plan to do? Counterintelligence against whom?"
Edward looked ahead and focused his gaze on the road before answering. "I'm playing a little game of chess against two very powerful people. One false move could kill us in seconds. If you're playing chess against someone that dangerous and your only power is the information you have, what do you think is the best way to beat them?"
"Cheat?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"Haha, well, that's one way." Edward laughed. "But I mean, you have to make them make mistakes."
"Mistakes?"
"Yes. But that mistake doesn't have to exist literally."
Harry looked confused. "I don't understand."
