((The Wednesday Triple: page 1 of 3))
Melchor looked about as off kilter as Hector felt now. “Um... okay. What would you like to know?”
Oh shit. Hector racked his brain. ‘What the hell do I say?’
‘I don’t know, but I can’t wait to hear what you come up with.’
‘You can do it, buddy. I’ve got faith in you.’
It didn’t sound like faith to Hector. The first thing that popped into his head was to ask about the Jungle Wars. But wait, no, he should ask about Melchor himself, shouldn’t he?
Now nothing was coming to him at all. This was torture. Why couldn’t his concentration help him with this shit, too? He was still able to keep his eight cubes in orbit just fine, so what the hell?
Garovel finally deigned to intervene publicly. ‘Did you ever work in the Vanguard?’
Goddammit, that was such a great question. Fuck.
“I did, yes,” said Melchor. “Many years ago.”
‘What is your opinion of it now?’ asked Garovel.
The man’s green eyes lingered on Garovel a moment before he answered. “Honestly? I have heard many people say otherwise, but personally, I do not think it has changed much.”
“The Vanguard has always been extremely interventionist. That is its entire purpose. Aggressive and preventative measures. Yes, certain things might be different, certain policies, certain kinds of mistakes, perhaps. But as a whole? I would say the Vanguard is essentially the same.”
‘That’s interesting,’ said Garovel. ‘I’ve not heard anyone else say that. But I feel similarly. I think the primary reason why it seems like so many people have begun to change their opinion of the Vanguard is actually just because of technology.’