Julia clasped her hands behind her and stared at the holographic Atlantic stretching in front of her in search of something approaching true calm.
The loss of the Hunter ship in May had been a staggering reversal, one that rendered an incredible amount of previous effort and planning pointless. It frustrated her, but she didn’t want to see a pattern in it.
Accepting certain truths necessitated realigning her carefully developed plans and stratagems for her and the UTC’s future.
She clenched her teeth so hard they hurt. She welcomed the cleansing pain; welcomed anything to distract her from harsh reality.
anythingThe loss of the artifacts on Chiron shouldn’t have bothered her as much as it did.
They had not been under her control, and the forced self-destruction and loss of so many res
