“You want me to what?” cried an indignant young white man.

“We want you to dissemble yourself as one of their group; we want you to disguise yourself,” responded a stern looking black man.

“I know what it means, thank you very much,” he spat. “What I want to know is why. I thought the Order stood for truth and clarity, and now you want me to pretend to be somebody I'm not just to infiltrate their little organization? What about our ideals? What about our constant preaching against the grey areas of life and our single-minded pursuit of black and white clarity? Has that all been a lie?”

The young man stood fuming, clenching his fists and breathing heavy. His superior stood motionless, watching the young man throw his tantrum, waiting for him to calm down before he continued. “I admit, it does seem like we are violating our most sacred vows, but it is for clarity that we ask you to undertake this mission. We are not asking you to violate your vows. Indeed we want you to carry on your tasks as prescribed but we want you to don the garb of their kind and place yourself within their organization.”

The young man peered questioningly at his superior then paced the room deep in thought. “If what you say is true, that I will not be forced to renounce my beliefs, that I will still point out truth from lie, that I can still stand as a beacon in our dark world, what makes you think I will be accepted into their confidence?”

“We have no such illusions.”

Growing exasperated the young man bellowed, “Then what in the name of the Holy Bit do you expect me to do?”

The black man grinned, “We wish you to be a presence. You will remind them that we exist, that their actions do not go unseen, and that our influence carries weight even among their own. We have no doubt that you will come into information that we can use to further our cause, but we need you to be the scout who will both alert us and them. We need you to flush those who murk the waters out into the open.”

Nodding, the young man finally understood. “Ah. In that case I will gladly accept this mission, for the glory of our Order.” The young man signed himself, bowed to his superior then exited the room.

As the door closed the black man was joined by an even more stern looking black man. “Are you sure he will perform his duty well?” He asked.

Staring at the door the young man's superior smiled. “He is young, and only a Dedicate, but his zeal will keep him on the right path.”

“So you say, but I would still feel better sending a more experienced operative.”

“Worry not. The Holy Order of the Boolean Brotherhood will prevail, even in this.”

“I hope you are right. Only time will tell.”