He was headed toward the waiting shuttle in the courtyard. The conveyance would take him to the Mythrealian royal estate. There, he’d inform his family of Earth’s problem. He’d also seal his fate. Even if what he’d done revealed an entire nest of the vilest pirates, no one would ever trust him again. He’d broken the law and would have to take the consequences. As the code stated, it was up to each embassy ‘to impose their own security measures, taking such caution as to keep the peaceful population of this sector safe’. It was not up to one person to encroach on any embassy’s domain or sovereignty. Not even the security chief for the entire planet had that right. As irony would have it, he’d suffer the same likely fate as any spies he’d oust. Indeed, he was just as much a conspirator if one read the rules verbatim. He could have taken his suspicions to the king. But he’d made a choice and would live with the consequences. As he got to the foyer, arched front doors swung inward, and his regal grandmother sauntered toward him beaming.
