He leaned back in his chair and took a long drink from the cup in his hand. A quick glance at the clock told him that it was almost noon. Taking another long drink, the stern looking red-head looked at the door.
The man, who was dressed in a crisp white shirt and beige trousers, didn’t have to wait long until footsteps were heard coming from the hallway on the other side of the door. Soon after he heard footsteps, there came a knock at the door.
The doorknob turned and his manservant entered before the knock could be answered.
“Pardon me, but the general of Division 24 is requesting to speak with you. He is insisting that the matter cannot wait until after dinner.”
‘Why can’t anything wait until after I have eaten? Though, it has been a few days since I have driven fear into my armies.’ “Let him in. I could use the entertainment.”
“As you wish.”
The man turned his back to the door as his manservant left the room. Within minutes, a man dressed in full military uniform stood silently behind the chair.
‘At least this buffoon isn’t fool enough to speak before being spoken to.’
‘Or maybe he is. Pity, this general could have gone far. Too bad he couldn’t keep his mouth closed.’
“I am terribly sorry to intrude upon you.”
‘No you aren’t but you will be shortly.’
“However, there has been a breach in security. Section 13 of Division 11 has been compromised. They are using renegade tactics to hold off the rest of the Division.”
‘And a snitch as well? Telling of a security breach in a different Division? Let Division 11 handle it or go in and take control yourself.’
“I am requesting permission to send troops into Division 11 to aid their general.”
The emperor slowly turned his chair to face the general who was looking worried. After several minutes of silence, he spoke. “I don’t believe you do. If you truly wished to aid Division 11 you would have gone there rather than coming here to ask for permission.”
“Protocol dictates that permission be granted before troops are allowed to leave their Division.”
A slow nod greeted the general’s statement. “True, permission must be granted by the Division’s general. I will have to find one to give Division 24’s troops permission to aid Division 11.”
Sweat began to gather on the general’s face. “Sir?”
The emperor rang the bell which sat on a small table by his chair. The door opened, letting in the manservant. “Bradford, please send this pathetic excuse for a man to the arena for the next war game. And, while you’re there, make sure he is placed in the same housing area as the renegades he helped to catch.”
“As you wish.” Bradford placed a hand on the former general’s shoulder and led him from the room.