Alvin Katz leaned back in his chair, watching the elder statesman leave the lounge, glancing over at Mendel in concern.
He blew out a sigh, standing up and rubbing his gray temples, things had just become a lot harder for everyone.
Motioning for the guards to move out, he fell into step along side the Commissar for Public Relations and the one man he trusted to always tell him the uncensored truth.
"Well this is going to put a strain on things," he murmured to Mendel. "The Zoners are stretched tighter than a drum, and the one person that holds them back from Empires and Wars just walked out. This is going to end badly, for whom I don't know. But one thing is for sure, the Zoners are never going to be the same."