The Last Spartan – Chapter Thirty-Four

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The Director gazed out of the window in his office at the setting sun.

Another day gone, he thought to himself. How many more before his purpose was fulfilled?

The Project had almost ended with the Miranda Wave. The public outcry, the outcry from Parliament members not involved in the Project, had forced the Parliament to publicly denounce the efforts to make people, make their worlds, better.

But the Project survived. It had simply gone underground. Even as the government had made a three-ring show of the destruction of the Academy, the Lab, and all the other facilities, the most important aspects of the Project were being relocated to this one.

And the effort had continued, to make better worlds. Worlds without sin.

Now, all that was endangered by an idiot with a lust for power and an over appreciation of his own importance.

The Director hadn’t even tried to keep the news of the attack on Lord Janos’ estate from making the News wave. There’d been no point. The guests at the ball numbered some of the most powerful and influential people on the planet. They wouldn’t be bought off, or threatened.

And after the Miranda wave, every reporter in the ‘verse was looking for sensational stories to exploit. Terrorists attacking the estate of one of the richest families in the ‘verse certainly qualified.

The Director walked to his desk screen, and punched up security. Seconds later, a well groomed man in the uniform of an Alliance Captain appeared.

“Yes, sir?”

“I want security doubled until further notice,” the Director ordered.

“Is there a threat, sir?” the Captain asked respectfully. “Something I should alert the troops to watch for, specifically?”

“Have them watch for everything, you incompetent jackass!” he snarled, and the Captain flushed in anger.

“Yes, sir,” he gritted. “Will that be all?”

In response the Director simply switched off the scree