“Eagleton!” a deep, booming voice bellowed.
Before long, a small, balding, old man answered the summons. He stepped into the beam of light, completely illuminated to the man behind the desk. He wore a green jacket over white shirt and black slacks. His beady eyes were set close together over a long, thin beak of a nose. The man who had summoned him wore a dark blue suit and a blood red tie. He sat behind a nicely organized desk directly in the center of the dark room. The only light coming in was a beam a few feet in front of his desk, just big enough for someone to stand in. Which Eagleton stepped in the middle of.
“Yes, sir?” he asked meekly.
“How goes everything?”
“Good, sir. Our teams are collecting the tax money from everyone that is still free. Those that can't are sent to the camps or put to death. Your reach is ever expanding; nearly total.” He paused, unsure as to how to break this next bit of news to his boss. His boss was known to have a temper when things didn't go his way, and this news was really bad for his ambitions. There was no telling how he would react to it, but he had to tell him. “Also...there have been rumors that some people have sent out pleas for help against us.... against you.” He held his breath, waiting for the backlash.
The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.
The figure sat quietly for a few minutes, processing this news. This was potentially a new threat to his empire, and it was something that would not be tolerated. “Have there been any responses?”
“No, sir,” Eagleton replied. “As I said, sir, they are only rumors.”
“Rumors or not, I cannot take this chance. Send out a task force to find these people and have them destroyed. Have them kill anyone who opposes them or refuses to talk. We can't have anyone coming to help them. I worked too hard for this. I will not be stopped.”
Eagleton nodded. “Yes, sir. It will be as you command.” It's not like I have any other choice, he thought in despair as he left to follow the orders.
