Checking in with the Turks

Far below the penthouse suites, Tseng methodically worked through paperwork while Reno drank a neat whiskey and Rude sat stoically.

"So, Boss, what are we going to do about Sector 7?" Reno asked.

"'We' are going to do nothing," Tseng replied.

"Was all that necessary?"

"Had we refused, someone else would've completed the task. We have spared that someone the burden of a guilty conscience. Perhaps that will ease yours."

"Yeah… nope."

"Let's try another tack then. They were a sacrifice to balance the scales."

"Say what?"

"After everything we've taken from the planet, we were due to give something back."

Reno considered the outlook, but remained unsatisfied. The phone rang, and Rude snapped to attention.

"Yes. Understood," Tseng said crisply. "We have visitors. Rude, go up. Apparently there is a trail of destruction. Reno, spin up the copter. The VIP needs us."