targets before were men and an occasional woman, adults who had knowingly broken the law. But a baby was an innocent, and Tarris just couldn’t take that innocent life. Check the other rooms. Do not kill any of them yet.
Rya did as she was commanded and slipped easily into each room in turn. This was the man’s family: three small children and his wife. Tarris had been ordered to kill the man’s family. Where was the justice in that?
Return… Tarris whispered. Return. Without question, Rya returned to Tarris.
What was going on? They had never targeted children before. Tarris had to know what the man had done to warrant such a harsh punishment. She dressed as quickly as she could and ventured out into the night. It had been a long time since she had tasted the night air. She took a weapon with her just in case of ambush. No matter when you lived, there were always those who prowled the streets at night in search of victims. She had seen them through Rya’s eyes on many occasions.
She avoided using a taxi; no one could know what she was about to do. She needed to talk to the Administrator without arousing anyone else’s suspicions. It took some effort to make her way to the front door of his building. Leaning heavily against the wall, Tarris sent Rya in search of her victim. Find the Administrator. Bring him to me.
There was never any doubt in her mind that her warrior would succeed. The door opened, and Rya held a middle-aged man who stared at Tarris. “We need to talk,” she said as she pushed past him, “somewhere secure.”
Maken Derille was in a daze, but Tarris knew he recognized who she was. “I think we do,” he said.
Rya, put him down and return. Tarris closed her eyes momentarily as she felt the shift along her skin. She nodded to the Administrator and silently followed him to what looked like a study. She closed the door and stood there while he took a seat.
“Administrator Derille. I assume you know who I am, or at least where I come from.” He nodded but offered nothing more. “I do not kill children, sir. Why do they want your family dead?” she asked bluntly, not one to dance around the issue.
“I’m not sure.”
“What have you been discussing recently that would give your fellow administrators cause for concern?”
“It’s none of your business, soldier.”
His effort to maintain some kind of control of the situation was all too late. That Tarris was there demanding an explanation had already stripped him of any power. “Sir, they want me to kill your children. It has now become my business. I want to know what you’ve done to deserve this.”
“So you’re going to be my judge and executioner, is that it?” He appeared angry at her impudence.
“That is what you do every day, sir. It seems it’s now your turn.”
“I don’t have to answer to you.”
“But you do, sir. I hold the future of your family in my hands. You know very well what I’m capable of, but I’m giving you a chance to plead your case.”
He had nowhere to run. She had shown him her Shadow Warrior and what she was capable of. He had no choice. “We had recently been discussing extending the scope of your unit, soldier. I had some concerns about the change in policy.”
“That’s pretty vague, Administrator. You haven’t changed my mind yet.”
He sighed deeply. “The Council is trying to increase its power. This was just the start. Your unit would eliminate the serious threats to society. They wanted to extend it to include political adversaries and threats to the Council.”
Tarris was not a stupid woman. “I see.”
“Can you see where this was heading? Soon the Council would be all-powerful, and the Union would become a dictatorial state.”
“Why does it worry you? You’re one of them.” He was an administrator with a conscience? That was as absurd as… as a soldier with a soul.
“Yes… yes, I am. But a few in the Council really are working for the good of the people. Strange