So I’m writing a book where many of the characters are basically CIA agents. Which has meant that I have needed to spend some time thinking more seriously about intelligence and counterintelligence operations.
Then, an event in my real life inspired the following realization/observation:
If you’re gathering intelligence and you discover something you don’t like, because you’re spying, you can’t really be upset when you unearth this information.
Scouts honor, or something.