"We feed false information," Lei said, spreading a fresh set of documents across the study table two days after the attempt in the training yard. "Something specific enough to be worth acting on, but harmless enough that if it's intercepted and used, we lose nothing real in the process."
Jian, still visibly shaken beneath his composed exterior, studied the plan with careful attention. "What kind of information?"
"A schedule change," Lei said. "We announce, through a small, carefully controlled number of channels, that you intend to move your morning practice to a different location starting next week, citing the recent attempt as reason enough for the shift. If our traitor has been watching your routine closely enough to nearly kill you once already, they'll want to know the new schedule before they attempt again."
