“Is this a suitable warm environment for the youngest?”
Checking the thermometer, he nodded approvingly, answering swiftly: “You have done our cause well.”
“It is my pleasure to serve, the New Order, Sir.”
Looking behind them, the grey floor littered with bodies of those who rose against them earlier, in an ill-timed attempt to hinder progress, he allowed a rare smile to graze his lips.
“I am beginning to think, that we might still be able to get the point across, that change is inevitable, for all of us – with or without them alive.”
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014