". . .that's wonderful news, Ian. Yes, I'm well aware of the risk you've undergone. Yes, I'll take full responsibility should it come to that. Yes, well, the MRC is not without it's own resources, is it? Hahaha. Well said, old friend, well said. Keep me informed of his progress. You have my cell and pager numbers. Later."
William Paragon turned off his phone and took a sip of the wine on his desk. He turned and opened the sliding glass door leading to the balcony outside his office. He gazed out over the clear, night sky filled with stars and smiled contendedly. Fragmented lyrics to an old song passed through his mind as he savored the city lights in the not too far off distance. . ..are you a lucky little lady in the city of light. . .
Workmen would now be installing larger spatial inducers in the homes of Drake Marshall, Icarus Sidewinder, and Lykopis for easier travel to the offices in Munich. Adem and Gaunt would be a little more difficult, as they had no fixed addresses as yet. But things shouldn't be a problem.
He smiled and the lights were reflected in his eyes. Everything was going to be just fine. For them, and if he had anything to say about it, the world.
Finis.
