“But he, knowing their thoughts, said unto them, ‘Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation; and a House divided against a House falleth.’
If Satan also be divided against himself, how shall his kingdom stand? because ye say that I cast out devils through Beelzebub.
And if I by Beelzebub cast out devils, by whom do your sons cast them out? therefore shall they be your judges.
But if I with the finger of God cast out devils, no doubt the kingdom of God is come upon you."
The Agent closed its book and steepling its fingers, looked thoughtful. Sitting in a corner of the canteen, The Agent sat alone, as usual, thinking about what it had read. The Cameron Star in faded gold leaf on its cover, stamped from ancient cow hide was a precious treasure that The Agent felt was surreptitious enough to carry and read in public. Several of the ancient texts had been found among the many works recently taken from the hidden treasure vault buried deep in The Rock below them.
On leave from salvage efforts in the lost way-station, The Agent was able to spend some time, at gravity, in the recently activated station the unit was calling “The Factory”. Unofficially the station was nick-named “The Dingoes’ Delight” among others, but the station was a great place to take a break from the confines of “Dingoes’ Den”. The gravity wheel was one thing, but The Agent saw what the unit had in mind… The Factory – The Zócalo would one day be filled with nightclubs, beer halls and casual goods shops, a real, live home for the unit. The Agent smiled, and lovingly stroked the book in its grasp.
Treasures of the Star League. LosTech machines and weapons. So many things pointed to The Iron Dingoes being chosen by God for greatness, and it was a sign that this unit was possibly the true heirs of the Star League. They were increasingly proving their ability to assimilate LosTech, and treasure it with a view towards the long-term. If nothing else, they were true heirs to the legacy of Brigadier Zane. If nothing else, they might figure out what they had in their possession, and make something of themselves…
The Agent looked around, and thought about things. If they could get this station fully operational, it needed to know what their next steps were. It was the only way to drop another bread crumb and get them moving in the right direction. It was time to start working the technicians in the unit and contacting its own intelligence network… First stop, that little shop over in the corner of The Zocalo,
…to be continued…