CHAPTER NINETEEN
An uncomfortable silence descended on the room. It was even more uncomfortable for Beams who, having never been to an IEA meeting before, wasn’t sure how he was supposed to behave. Given how ‘natives’ were not even supposed to be in HQ at all, Beams wondered if there were even established procedures for this sort of thing.
Beams looked at Mr. Space. Mr. Space looked every bit as shocked as the Commanders, maybe even more so, by this revelation.
“Commander Nova,” said another man, who seemed to be a light-skinned African-American man, “you don’t seriously believe that any of our brave and honorable agents—each one forced to swear a loyalty oath to the Agency before becoming a member—actually murdered Chief Nebula during the battle, do you?”
“It seems like the most logic
