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manual automatically. They had drifted off beam and he fought to get them back on track.
He made it just in time and the auto control cut back in and they were plunged into the
corridor. Another vessel had joined them from a nearby stream; a private cruiser. On board
were Leroy, Shirley and a half dozen crew.

Chapter 3

Evil does as Evil can

Mortimer Glass was taking a shower having had his way with his young bed partner.
The body of who was currently lying in the bedroom in a pool of blood on a plastic sheet.
The boy was a waif, a stray that would not be noticed missing. He’d have Renworth remove
it and the maid can clean the room. The blood streamed of his lithe body as he washed
himself he hummed a popular tune. He had also “graduated” from the Assassins
Foundation, but unlike the Vasilly triplets, he had not done so with honours. In fact; he’d
bribed his way to a graduation. The Foundation’s board had found it unusually difficult to
train a sense of composure into him. He would do the most disturbing things to a body, “No
grace, no poise, crude” his tutors had said. He’d shown them all. He’d never been caught
despite, as they would say, leaving a trace “that even the most incompetent Force man
could follow”. He dried himself slowly, looking over his work with a critical eye. He had
taken great pleasure, after they’d had sex, in first killing the boy then disfiguring him. He
had carefully cut flaps of skin from areas of the body, peeling them back and sewing them

down revealing the veins, muscle and other tissues. The corpse
looked like some bizarre anatomy study. He had taken
holographs of his “work” for his private journal. He was
particularly proud of the work on the skull, removing the dome
to reveal the brain underneath. The precision of the laser cuts,
the glistening grey lump showed up well in the Holographs, and
the stiletto plunged through to protrude from the lower jaw – Magnificent! He thought. As
Telford had said; he wasn’t a man, he was an evil creature. But in Mortimer’s mind he was
an artist. He called Renworth, dressed and left the garret he kept as his “studio”.

Before the changes that were occurring in the Dark Empire when The Dark Lord and
his Son were in rule, evil had reign. Lucifer and Baal took great pleasure in feeding from the
negative emotions that this generated. So the gang wars, conquests etc. were a means by
which they could sustain themselves. This only goes so far to explain the situation, but
suffices enough to give the reason why organizations like the Syndicates held sway over
large territories, the viciousness of The Black Guard the human underlings of the Nephel
Guardians and to the morals of the peoples of the Dark Empire. This tentative reaching out
to a saner form of rule would take a long time to bring true change. In the meantime the
Syndicates and others continued their reign, but in secret, adopting only the sections of the
Articles of Unity that would reap some benefit to their respective groups The Sonoran Trust
was the way forward into the Light, but at their pace not one that was forced upon them.
Mortimer Glass however; was a hangover from darker times.

After the Foundation; Glass had done a few killings for local gang bosses. This had
gotten him noticed by the then Head of The Kinray Group. He was accepted into the
Syndicate as a foot soldier, but quickly advanced to lieutenant, mostly by the standard
practice of betrayal, or stitching up a superior and , where necessary, promotion by murder.