8
“Hi, pops. What’s shaking?”
The kid sat in front of the communication screen and watched his father’s face turn crimson. The old man hated being called pops. He had told his son often to drop all references to their father-son relationship. He was to refer to him by his government title of Earth Prefect.
“How many times have I told you to call me Prefect? Is that so hard to remember?”
The kid started to reply but was cut off by his father. "You know, you’re going to blow our entire plan if you don’t quit screwing around. I see half the damn universe is looking for you." The old man flashed a Wanted Dead or Alive posting on the screen and continued to rant. “If you don’t recognize this, it’s a Wanted Bulletin for your stupid a*s from Feltte Six. What the hell did you do there?”
“Pops
