FIFTEEN
AN ALERT squealed from a tiny speaker. President Dragomir glanced over at the security system. It was Steven Arkin, the human, and he had returned not so unexpectedly. Dragomir considered for an instant and then pressed the button. A minute later, Arkin stormed into his office in an expressly agitated state.
Dragomir listened quietly, as Arkin pressed his case again.
“This Rick Jenkins evidence is solid. The two are caught on the video. They killed the man and the baby.”
“Tragic,” said Dragomir. “Barbaric. No pun intended. Drink?” He rose to saunter back to his bar and tinker with bottles in search of the right combination of sustenance and distraction.
Arkin vented behind him, “Mr. Nukeman and Mr. Barby must be held accountable. We have to do this for the sake of all of our l
