by CSyphrett
In a dimly lit chamber filled with holographic displays and cosmic maps, the Director sat with an air of authority. This month, he appeared almost human in phenotype, resembling a base humanoid. Sitting at his sleek desk, he regarded his part of the galaxy with the equanimity of age and experience.
A light knocking at the door interrupted his thoughts. Tap, tap, tap.
“Come,” he said, his deep voice low and commanding as it faintly echoed in the room.
The door hissed open, revealing a young, gaunt figure. The lackey stood awkwardly, his eyes darting nervously around the room. Clutching a data tablet, he approached the desk while breathing heavily. “We received the patterns only. The body was destroyed during the upload,” he reported.
The Director’s brow furrowed slightly, but his demeanor remained composed. “Unfortunate,” he replied, unfazed. “What about our agent?”
“He was terminated by a Green Lantern,” the lackey stated as dryly as if he was reporting inclement weather.
“Which one?” the Director inquired, leaning forward.
“Fae,” the lackey answered quietly.
A moment of silence hung in the air as the Director processed this information.
“Noleon Fae,” the Director finally said, the name echoing in the silence like a death knell. With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed the lackey. The door snapped shut with a hiss. “You’re gradually becoming an annoyance to me.”
Continued in Tales of the Green Lantern Corps: Noleon Fae: Dictator Blues