Abner quickly shook his head. He didn’t even have to think about that one. “No sir. I don’t have any enemies—not in the Enclave, at least.” People who looked down on him, sure. The scientists and soldiers treated him like an animal more often than not, but they wouldn’t take him out of service. He was far too useful for that.

“Besides, my superiors already know I couldn’t have done this alone.” Good dogs don’t bite their owners. “If someone with access to that information wanted me out of the way, they would’ve just decommissioned me right then and there. This was about Agent DePleur. Had to be.”

A slight hint of concern passed over his usually blank face. “Wait. Speaking of superiors...they do know about this, right? I was supposed to be back at base by now. I don’t want them to think I deserted.”