Nathanael was never a patient man. He became comfortable always being the one to make people wait or force people to see him. The Order gave him authority, power, the ability to move mountains whenever and however he wanted. However, the situation was different that time. No matter how disgruntled or how many times he impatiently tapped his foot. He would do the wise thing and do as he was told, and wait.

  Miami was an interesting place to Gay. A beautiful city that was the technological powerhouse which overthrew California years prior. Florida would be the silicon valley of the United States. The innovations birthed within the state would sire the best geniuses and the greatest technologies the world knew.

  Inside the 34th floor of the ProTech building, the viewing gallery overlooked the nearly completed factory below. The room was minimal, only having a few chairs, and sparsely decorated with Christmas decorations.

  It was minimalistic, and painfully so. Gay would describe the room as brutalist personified. The grey and white colouring made the viewing gallery dull to the senses. He hated it and every aspect it represents.

  The power plant was far more impressive. From a distance and to the uninitiated, it looked like a well designed nuclear power plant made to fulfil the modern needs of the people of Florida. It had no chimney or vents of any kind, or any indication that it would produce some form of pollution.

  Gay wasn’t sure how one could create a power source that doesn’t make some sort of waste that they had to clean up or deal with. He remembered reading from observation reports from his agents that ProTech had discovered a reliable and renewable energy source they could exploit.

  News too good to be true, Gay would think to himself every time he heard or read about ProTech’s greatest magnum opus. He believed they were only making up claims to sell their project to the public to acquire additional funding. Though he would admit, the power plant looked better than the interior of the viewing gallery.

  However, ProTech wasn’t known for furniture or layouts that were made for human comfort. The tech giant was a scientific explorer. Delving into the frontier of the unknown to push humanity further than ever before. But if they were not creating, they would manufacture. ProTech would be the leading supplier of chips, graphic cards, guns, aircraft, and even prototype cruisers. From war to civilian use, there was nothing ProTech wouldn’t innovate, create, and profit from.

  To the organisation, advancement was their business and money maker. A monopoly that had no equal. They love to over engineer and create products built to last and out perform. Most importantly of all, their products could be repaired by any idiot. Every part was cheap and readily available for anyone without further costs or strings attached. They wanted satisfied customers to beat their competition in every aspect.

  But Gay wasn’t there to admire the corporation. ProTech had a lot of issues which worried him. The tech giant doesn’t just want to destroy its competition, they want to expand into every industry imaginable. They produce cars, phones, movies, video games, electric tools, and even medicine. Just recently, they were told to stop expanding by every government. But it was clear that was only a delay tactic.

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  Instead, it all depended on the power plant Gay was staring at. The company promised free energy for the entire state of Florida. If they succeeded, there would be no point in stopping the company as they would’ve solved the energy crisis on their own. Some experts even argued a new golden age of technology would be ushered in by them if they were successful.

  That was why Gay had to be in Miami, inside the headquarters of the most successful businesses in the world. He needed to ensure they were working for the betterment of humanity. Normally, an underling would do his job, but to him, it was personal. As a member of the council, he wanted to talk to the one in charge first hand. But as a friend, he wanted to meet their old comrade.

  ‘Mister Gay, Doctor Leichenberg, is ready to see you.’ A feminine voice shyly said behind him from the elevator’s entrance.

  Gay looked old to her. Roughly in his mid 60s from some part of East Asia if she had to guess. He wore his black and grey suit, nothing out of the ordinary for someone who wanted an audience with the CEO of ProTech’s energy department.

  Yet through it all, Gay made her feel uneasy. It was obvious to her that the coloured contacts and sunglasses hid his unnatural eye colour. Even when she acted friendly. He had a hostile wrinkled frown burned into his face. Gay was shady and dangerous. There was no room to doubt it.

  There are many types of psychics and schools of magic that would allow the user to read another’s mind. For Gay, what he needed was some sort of reference. An idea that he could latch his mind onto hers to examine her thoughts and memories. Sometimes, the reference point would be difficult to locate if he had no idea what to use as a reference. But in the case of the woman in front of him. He knew what to use.

  He read her mind for a moment, discerning why she was afraid of him. All he got was she drew the short straw on who got to tell him that Brian was ready to see him.

  It was monotonous, utterly silly that they drew straws because they were scared. Yet at the same time, it made him smile. The people he typically read their minds would reveal dark secrets and horrific truths which would make any person quiver. Instead, all he got was something trivial. It was an oddity he couldn’t help but keep to himself and tell his close friends whenever he needed a laugh.

  ‘Thank you,’ Gay said as he made his way to the elevator. He waited long enough, he was ready to meet the man behind the Ra Engine.