evidence clearly made them uncomfortable.
âBut much more importantly,â he went on, âI want to apologize to all of you forâ¦well, for making a mess of things, really.â
Now his audience looked downright shocked. âYou can all stop gawking now,âhe said, smiling. âItâs true. I have made a mess. And Iâm quite sure that more than a few of you have whispered as much behind my back. The truth is, Iâve been wasting so much of our time pining for Gaiaâs love and affection when in fact, all we ever really neededâ¦was her blood. So, from this point on, I assure you, blood is the only thing we are out for.â
The silence in the room was deafening. His unusual degree of bluntness had apparently left them all speechless. âThe logic couldnât be simpler, really,â he explained. âWhen one makes a mess, the only solution is to clean it up, and that is why, as of 9 P . M . this evening, Operation Clean Slate will commence. We have finally found success with phobosan II, but the road to that success has been littered with witnesses and enemies, and that simply wonât do. All of them will need to be cleaned out within the next forty-eight hours. That is our deadline. Once the last of the mess has been wiped up, weâll be leaving this filthy city for quite some time and moving on to far greater things. Now, thankfully, some of the mess has already been taken care ofâGeorge Niven, Josh Kendallââ
âWhat?â QR1 blurted, shooting up from his flimsy folding chair. âWhat are you talking about? What did you do to Josh?â
Loki turned to QR1 and locked eyes with him. He had no time for attitude. âI just told you what happened,â he explained calmly, staring QR1 into submission. âYour âbrother,â Mr. Kendall, has been cleaned. He attempted to betray me, not to mention everyone else who has worked so hard on the serum. If he had succeeded in administering the counteragent to our first test subject, Ms. Gannis, we might never have completed the testing of phobosan I. His betrayal left me with no choice but to terminate. Do you have a problem with that?â
Silence filled the dimly lit room again. The one stark bulb suddenly seemed to cast an interrogation like light on QR1 as Loki watched this carbon copy of a young man have a most unexpectedly emotional reaction to Joshâs death. There seemed to be a genuine sense of loss in his usually inhuman neon blue eyes. Loss, and sadness, and even a tinge of deep resentment as he and Loki stayed locked in a visual showdown.
Loki was of course being facetious when he referred to Josh as QR1âs âbrother .â A clone couldnât truly have a brother. How could he have a brother if he didnât even have a mother? This was what made QR1âs reaction all the more curious. But now was not the time for curious . There would be plenty of time for curious once this operation was complete.
âI just donât seeâ¦,â QR1 began. âI donât see why you had to killââ
âBefore you answer,â Loki interrupted coldly, âI suggest you take a look at QR2 and try to emulate his behavior.â QR2 was still sitting quietly in his chair, indicating no emotion whatsoever. âIs that clear? Now, are you going to sit downâ¦or are you going to add to the mess?â
Loki reached inside his coat and wrapped his hand tightly around the handle of his nine-millimeter automatic, hoping to speed up QR1âs reply by simplifying his options. But there was no need to even remove the gun from its holster.
âIâ¦Iâm sorry, sir,â QR1 uttered quietly, dropping back down into his chair and wiping any traces of emotion from his face.
Loki waited one more discomforting beat before removing his hand from the gun.
âFine,â he said finally, scanning the room for any further dissidence. âThen