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that
she was never certain how much the agents might hear or if the park might have
microphones planted around it.
    Delia and Lyn stood up to leave the eerily
empty park. Lyn’s body was still tingling even though there was no shaking or
tremor that anyone else seemed to feel.

Chapter Six
Pressure
     
    Capital City, Northern Liberty Region
     
     
    Representative Gregor Magiro slammed the tablet down on his desk. He looked at the screen thankful he hadn’t
cracked another one. The small tablet had taken the brunt of his passion after skimming
over the latest report from the emissions pumping field program while his assistant
stood there waiting. His assistant was spared any further deluge.
    “Leave.”
    His
assistant turned and practically ran out of the room, just before Magiro was on
his heels, slamming the door. It was becoming redundant. Each quarter, the
reports and updates held the same news and it was never good news. He always
read every report, every quarter, and eventually his electronic versions found
their way into the deleted file.
    This
was his project and he would be damned if he watched it fail. He’d committed
the past twenty years of his life to this one thing. As a businessman and
politician, he had too much riding on it and couldn’t let it fail. The reports
told him it was failing though he didn’t want it to be true. He’d drug his feet
along with everyone else supporting a system that was good enough.
    Gregor
tapped his watch until he had Harold Fumar’s contact information. Harold Fumar
had been his contractor over the ground pumps for nearly a decade. The bastards
were messing up his legacy. Harold Fumar’s projection appeared in his room and
Magiro immediately began talking.
    “Harold,
what the hell is this report? Is there a reason we can’t monitor and catch
these leaks sooner? Why the hell do I have to deal with another emissions
pumping error? You are making me look bad Harold and I don’t like to look bad.
Fix it and fast!”
    “If
we can’t make sure these pumps are secure we are going to have to deal with the
public and you know UniCorps doesn’t like that. Stocks will crap out and when
stocks crap out that is bad for all of us Harold. You got that?! All of us. Yes,
Harold, that means you too. I need an update ASAP of how you are going to fix
this, Harold. That’s all.” He hung up while Harold still stood there without
even opening his mouth.
    The
light on Magiro’s watch blinked. It was Harold calling back after Magiro had
ended the call so abruptly. Magiro’s looked at the time before taking Harold’s
call. His next meeting, which he dreaded even more, was happening soon.
    “Magiro,
I think we got disconnected,” Harold said smartly. “Look, I just need to make
sure we are all on the same page. I’m getting two different messages. One from
you and your team at the World Consensus, and one from UniCorps. I don’t want
to get in the middle of anything, but before you call yelling at me, maybe you
both should get your priorities straight so you are both saying the same thing.
That’s all,” Harold said curtly before ending the call the same way Magiro did.
    Magiro
pounded his desk and then thought of calling Dr. Zura Bello at the Antarctic
Research Center. He changed his mind, realizing she wouldn’t be able to make
him feel any calmer about what was going on. In fact, she might send his blood
pressure up even more. He’d wait for her report that would come at the end of
their Summer. He hoped it wouldn’t be like the others.
    Magiro
was frustrated. The promises he’d made and reputation he’d built as a younger
representative of the World Consensus were at risk. His frustration at
everything had grown over the years but he would not be made a fool.
    A
knock at the door brought him back from his thoughts as he picked up the tablet
with the report again and sat it down at the oval conference table in his
office. He put it in front of his seat, closest to the