Benjesrial was alert to all the data scrolling through its amber screens. Deep in thought, running a talon down its jaw, it attracted the attention of its Deputy.
Quietly the second in command offered, ‘The Protectors of Humanity were destroyed by a Vinctalin engineered virus more than fifteen thousand years ago.’
Benjesrial looked across to Kesvisirel’s screens. ‘How reliable is that knowledge?’
Benjesrial did not get to the top of the Hierarchy by trusting ain a ninety-eight percent probability.