MOGEN DEEL
Rifle shots rang out in the distance as Mogen Deel inspected the first of several construction projects nestled within a landscape of dense forest and tall cliffs. He reflexively touched his belt to turn on the invisible bullet-proof force field, then shook his head at his cowardice and turned it off again. He’d been skittish like that ever since somebody had blown him up with a rocket in the cave. The good news was his agents were close to discovering the identity of the would-be assassin, and soon, Deel would plot revenge with all the care and precision of the most meticulous human serial killer.
A male voice sounded over the pinhead-sized radio Deel wore on his jacket lapel. “Two intruders, sir. Both exterminated.”
“Good work,” said another voice that was not part of the g
