Joe entered the command center with his gun trained on the human in charge. It wasn't hard to decipher who ran this f*****g place given the male stood dressed in full military kit and bore a derisive smile. A handful of other humans in uniform peppered the space around their leader, but none moved from their stations. They watched with wide eyes. It threw Joe for a nanosecond, as he expected them to rush him and start firing the moment the door opened.Their idiocy would work in his favour.
"What, no greeting for me after all this time?" The man in charge, who bore the bars of a general, mocked him with a familiarity that Joe found disconcerting.
"Who are you?" Joe demanded. As if he'd cower. He'd not liberated himself and the others only to fall back into servitude.
"General Boulder, a
