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Roan Landais stepped into the office of the Director. His lips were pressed together in anger. He had toured the areas of destruction on the planet before making his way to the New Legions, one of the largest and newest cities on Jeslean.
Removing his hat, he tucked it under his arm as he walked into the room. Andri Andronikos stood with his back to it, looking out over the city and citizens that he ruled with the same ruthlessness that he commanded his forces. Roan’s gaze moved around the room, pausing on the other man sitting in one of the plush chairs by a hologram fireplace. He hid his grimace of distaste. This meeting was going to be more difficult than he anticipated.
“Roan,” Andri murmured, not turning around.
“Director,” Roan replied stiffly.
Roan knew his greeting was shor
