You committed credit card fraud against a Coalition executive to the tune of nearly fifty thousand dollars.”
Tom gave a start, surprised they knew about that. As plebes, he and Vik had run up the balance on Dalton Prestwick’s credit card. It was revenge—the man had reprogrammed Tom, after all.
“That wasn’t fraud. My name was on the card. Besides . . .” Tom fumbled for a good excuse, then found it. “Besides, I only spent that money to help the economy.”