​     An hour later, ​

     Goldbody sat down on a king's throne he had built in his HQ on the Skymaster and said, "Okay, where are we? Am I Master of the World, yet?"

     "You are," replied one of his most trusted associates. "An agreement was made by representatives from every nation in the world. What is your first dictum, sir?"

     "First, there's a shuttle coming right after me. Has it arrived yet?"

     "It is within five miles of linking, sir." 

     "Blast it out of the sky. I've had a gut full of one Adam Forwarder."

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