Joseph sat in a large leather chair in his home office. The office was of similar size and design to his Government tower office although the items on display were originals and not holographic copies. His desk was also made of real Brown Maple that he’d worked himself. His long-stemmed pipe was clenched between his teeth as he occasionally puffed, the window open and the system made sure to remove all smoke as he puffed it out. He was looking at his computer and frowning, it was the reports on what he’d missed and it was bad.

On the screen were several open systems, the screen itself could extend in any direction to put more information on display, that was without using the office holographic displays. He had the arrest record for one Abigail Tenkiller, a report on the assault on Urg’tohn and Jal’na, a surveillance report from his brother’s intelligence network, and a blurry video of the General being assaulted outside the embassy. He had to regulate the strength in his hands and unclench his jaw before he broke his pipe in three, another file was open with the guards and Joseph’s personal records on his longtime friend Urg. This was messy, xenophobia and racism within families were always messy and even though it was rare humans coming so far out were sometimes the worst part of their species. He looked at the chrono, it was late, too late to make calls. So of course he rang Urg’s personal line.

Commissioner Karlson