vision failed to repeat itself and blamed it on the exhaustion and stress from my last year at University.
With Wade’s impending death pushed to the back of my mind, I settled into my assignment, looking for opportunities to advance myself. One soon arrived when Master Kai called me to his office. I was apprehensive as this was my first meeting with him, and I wanted to make my best impression.
“You may sit,” Master Kai said after I bowed.
I glanced at all the commendations as I sat.
“I have your first assignment. Handle this well, and you’ll have one of your own to hang on the wall.” He waved his hand towards his commendations. “And after your five year apprenticeship, I’ll take you on as my First, which means you’ll be eligible to become a Chosen.”
“I work for the good of Unity, Master Kai, not for an award.”
“That’s encouraging to hear in the midst of all the chaos. Earlier this morning a Striker attempted to disable one of the transmission towers.”
“Does Unity Forces have any leads?”
“They have the Striker in custody. By sheer luck, the pulse bomb failed to detonate, and he returned to the location where he planted the device. A janitor, who’d just gotten off from work, contacted Unity Forces when she noticed him rummaging through the waste bin. That’s where he hid the bomb.” Master Kai opened his drawer and removed a remote controller. “They also found this on him.” He handed it to me. “Do you know what it is?”
I inspected it. “It’s a signal emitter used to test the transmission strength sent to the implants.”
“However, this one can trigger auditory and visual hallucinations. It can also send hypnotic suggestions directly to the implants.”
“How far away can this transmit?”
“All the way to the beacons. It can piggy back a signal off the towers.”
I handed the signal emitter back to Master Kai, disappointed that it didn’t explain my vision about Wade.
“During his interrogation, the Striker revealed they’ve been creating symptoms of the scourge for a group of purple sleeves who aren’t happy with our current Overseer.”
“To what end?” I asked.
“If Unitians believe they’re infected, the treacherous purple sleeves would emerge with their own miracle cure. Everyone would naturally look to them as saviors.”
“The curative signal would still be transmitting, along with the stuns. How could they possibly explain that away?”
“By then, the succeeding Overseer would already be in power, and he’d tell everyone they were mistaken. The symptoms came from a new disease, far deadlier than the scourge. Had it not been for Unity’s heroic team of scientists, the killer disease would’ve infected everyone within the dome.”
“Not everyone would believe such sensationalism.”
“Most would, and reintegration would take care of the dissenters.” Master Kai leaned back against his chair and clasped his hands together. “You have to appreciate the brilliance behind the plan. It would’ve worked had the Striker not been caught.”
“Why wasn’t any of this on the city screens?”
“We didn’t want to start a panic, which is why we must stop this now. Unity must be restored.”
“Permission to offer my opinion?” I asked.
“All my male proteges speak freely with me, Damon. I never cared for all the formalities of the Corporate Hierarchy. They stifle the natural flow of conversation.” Master Kai picked up a glass of water on his desk and took a sip.
I nervously shifted my weight on the chair. “Why not send all those who support separation into reintegration?”
“Including Tyrus?”
I knew not to say anything. Master Tyrus still had his purple sleeve and to judge him would’ve led to a reprimand.
“Tyrus is very clever with his pronouncements,” Master Kai said. “He knows when to stop. That’s what makes him a threat to Unity.”
“Is he with the Strikers?”
“I think he’s the mastermind behind all