Corruption and Change

[Fellow Hoodlum]

Glock turned round and walked back towards the chamber door. He opened it slowly and moved inside,
closing it quietly once more.
The sound of whimpering from the other side of the room caught his ears.

"Hello boy, see our favourite slayers have been entertaining yo... themselves with a little surgery. Seems
they forgot to ask any pertinent questions though. I must castigate them for their lapse in memory."

Glock pulled up a chair, spun it round, and sat facing the back with his arms crossed and his chin resting on
them.

"So anything you wish to tell me concerning the SA ? Or should I say, anything you feel you can add to
from the logs and reports retrieved from your ship. They make a most interesting read, and of course
the rescue attempt failed miserably at the first hurdle before you ask. We did send the coffins back."

Glock fidgeted, and brushed an invisible piece of fluff from his jet black lapel.

"Come on Jamie, nothing you can bring to this conversation then ? I was hoping for a little more spirit
from the great Admiral Harrisson. I do understand they are still going ahead with the house-warming
party back in New York in your absence, some excuse about you being called away on business, to
cover your non-attendence. Some surprise they will have later when your true vocation is revealed.
This is what comes from too much greed in the end."

Glock stood and turned.

"Well I have no more time for you, seems you are in need of a surgeon possibly, and I have just the
one in mind before your injuries get the better of you. And that just wouldn't do would it ?
Sorry, was that something you wanted to add, hard to tell through all that whining.
I'll leave you to it then boy, I have much more pressing details to attend to."

The sound of retreating footsteps burned in Harrisson's brain ...

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."