Chapter Three
A DAY AFTER THE INCIDENT with the cyborg, Max sat in his office sorting through piles of documents that demanded his urgent attention. For the most part, he couldn’t parse why his attention was so godsforsaken necessary, but he had a job to do and he would sign his name as many times as necessary to see it done. Especially since he’d promised himself he could pause to grab a quick lunch just as soon as the morning’s work was done.
The intercom alert buzzed and Max’s stomach soured. He knew that whatever this was, it couldn’t be good.
“Sir?” said Zi. “There’s an urgent vid call from the Commander. She requests your immediate attention on the confidential line.”
No, that couldn’t be good. The confidential connection was the most secure way of speaking with people planet-sid
