"Well that's the problem isn't it?" He giggled, still on that high and reveling in his choice of words.

"The records that day, the day of this log -" He pointed at the computer screen that held the code. "- have been tampered with. The whole morning that day is a complete blank. Nobody signed on, or off, including our friend." A tap on the screen. "Unfortunately for them, they used a government issued computer to gain access to a government issued computer. So. The records that don't exist on the battlefield are at home base. The original hard-drive that issued the search. Now they either can't or purposefully didn't - which is honestly more likely - delete their end of the search. But every computer in Dear Queen Mother's service has the wipe as an option. Erase everything in the memory, even down to the hard-drive evidence. You can do that with specific things to, very specific. But you'd have to be computer keen to do that and have top notch access to override all those pesky security blocks.

I couldn't even hack into that. Too many firewalls and passcodes for my system. I would need a computer with the same capabilities as the one I was hacking. Which means - government issued. Very high up."

"You see where I'm getting at, darling?"