Jack thought the new precautions and security measures were pretty fair. He knew he wasn't going to complain about them, especially if it meant keeping all of them safe. As Fred mentioned looking at MacPherson's file, Jack nodded and jumped a little at Artie's outburst. He furrowed his brow, wondering what was going on, especially when Mrs. Frederic told Artie he needed to tell the rest of them.
"Artie? What's going on?" Jack asked.
The other man took a deep breath and roughly rubbed his face. "Are you sure, Mrs. Frederic?" he asked.
"I'm sure, Arthur."
Artie looked at his daughter for a moment before looking at the rest of them. "When I was in my 20's, I worked for the NSA as a cryptographer. I got cocky and started to sell secrets to the Russians." He paused for a moment and looked at the floor, obviously ashamed of what he had done. "I eventually got caught and put in jail. However, Mrs. Frederic thought I would be better off as the head of the Warehouse, and not in prison. My record was sealed and hidden, and my last name was changed in order to protect me from the Soviets."
A silence fell over all of them that was broken by Regan clearing her throat. "Why didn't you ever tell me about this?" she asked.
Artie held out his hands. "Because I didn't think you needed to know," he answered.
"Right," Regan muttered.
Jack didn't quite know what to say at first. Finally, he leaned forward and looked at Artie. "Anything else we need to know about MacPherson?" he asked.