The setting sun shrank to a dot on the horizon, sinking beneath the sea with the last glow of dusk.
At last, it was time to get off work, and Centurion Willoughby finally let out a sigh of relief.
What a terrible day.
After the explosion at noon, he had first received a call from the secretary to the head of the General Affairs Department for the Brahma Province war zone, then been turned away at the Governor's Mansion.
That old fox Yahui had made his promises perfectly clear before, only to turn his back on them now. With a single "handle it yourself," he had dumped the entire cleanup job on Willoughby.
Fortunately, Willoughby was a centurion. He still had ways to pass the buck further down the chain.
Pushing back his chair and leaving his desk, Willoughby hummed an off-key tune as he departed the garrison building.
People greeted him from time to time along the way, and he responded to each of them with a smiling nod.
He greatly enjoyed the feeling of being respected.
Especially after his authority had been slighted elsewhere, all those ingratiating smiles always soothed his mood somewhat.
What a pity.
His "Wasp" plan had clearly been a stroke of genius, and it had been on the verge of success.
Yet those underlings had acted on their own, digging into a case they should not have investigated and uncovering people they should not have uncovered. They had even alarmed the General Affairs Department... Now, all he could say was that luck had not been on his side.
Just as he was lamenting how everything had gone wrong, a black sedan smoothly pulled up in front of him.
It was a garrison vehicle.
Willoughby paused, not remembering arranging for a driver to pick him