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laboratories, which had developed remarkable products to extend and improve the quality of life through “cellteck”—advanced cellular technology.
    In recent years, Noah had become wealthy in his own right as Master of the Guardians, demonstrating considerable business acumen. The young man’s operations were on nowhere near the scale of the Prince’s, but nonetheless they showed great ability. In sharp contrast, Francella had never done anything on her own. She just whiled away her time as an officer of the firm, without showing any creative spark of her own.
    An eruption of gunfire brought the old man out of his thoughts. As if in a bad dream, he stared in shock at the outbreak of violence and pandemonium outside. Guardian forces were attacking CorpOne! He could not believe that his own son would commit such an atrocity against him, no matter the differences they’d had in the past. They were the same blood, the same heredity, and the Prince had sought a reconciliation with him. Was there no honor in Noah, no familial loyalty?
    Dark fury infused Saito Watanabe, the raw, unforgiving rage brought on by deception and betrayal. Somehow his son’s Guardians had disabled the building’s electronic-pulse security system to gain entry!
    Why would Noah do this?
    All hope for rapprochement between the two of them exploded. A gloomy darkness settled around the Prince. Prior to this, he had been reconsidering his entire business philosophy, wondering if his son’s environmental activist position might have some merit after all. Saito had wanted to suggest to Noah that perhaps CorpOne’s polluting factories might be dismantled or redesigned after all, no matter the cost.
    Now they would never have that conversation.
    The door of Watanabe’s office burst open, and his silver-uniformed security police rushed in. Their faces were red, their eyes wild. “This way, My Prince!” one of them shouted, a corporal.
    The police formed a protective cocoon around the big man, and rushed him out into the corridor.

Chapter Five
    The noble-born princes have too much time on their hands.
    —Doge Lorenzo del Velli
    General Mah Sajak stood impatiently while an Adurian slave put a clean red-and-gold uniform on him, replacing one that was covered with fresh purple blood stains. The General had been torturing a Mutati with an evisceration machine, and the prisoner of war had not died well.
    The next time, Sajak would stand in a different position while supervising the interrogation and punishment process, to avoid being splattered with the filthy alien fluid. Sometimes when he got excited and stepped too close to a captive this sort of thing happened. It was all part of the job, he supposed, but he didn’t like it. A stickler for decorum, he wanted everything clean and tidy, both in both his profession and his personal life.
    “Hurry up, hurry up,” Sajak admonished the slave, for the General was anxious to get back to Regimental HQ and take care of other business.
    The captive Adurian was a male hairless homopod, a mixture of mammalian and insectoid features with a small head, bulbous eyes, and no bodily hair. His skin, a blotchy patchwork of faded colors, poked out around the wrinkled but clean rags he wore. He perspired profusely as he worked, and made the mistake of leaving spots of moisture on the General’s new uniform. Because of this, Sajak marked him for death, but would keep it a secret until a suitable replacement had been trained, and administered the necessary psychological testing.
    This one should have received a perspiration test.
    “Sorry, sir,” the Adurian said, as he noticed the sweat dripping from his own wide forehead onto the clothing. “Shall I get another jacket?”
    “No time for that now,” Mah Sajak growled. “Do you really think I have time to wait for such things?”
    “No, sir. It’s just that … “ The slave’s oversized eyes became even larger from fear, and he perspired even more, a torrent that