The scar-eyed man lifted his head and peered into the darkness. Stars winked back at him as if approving of what he was doing.
Somewhere out there was his reluctant friend, Kerr Avon. Avon would come to him. The man had to. He couldn't stay away. Blake was the only one who could match his intelligence and Avon needed someone who could challenge him on his level. Of course, the arrogant man would never admit it.
Blake knew Avon. The man would always resist, but it was only for show. In the end he always gave in because deep in his heart, he knew Blake was always right, and Avon needed Blake for that. Oh, he'd have to push him a few times, threaten once or twice, but if Avon hadn't really wanted it, he wouldn't give in, would he?
And the times Avon tried to leave, pretending he was fed up, it was just a sham. He'd always claimed it was only coincidence that brought him back, but Blake knew. The man would never leave him.
They all loved him. They treated him like a god. And so they should, even if he found it a terrible burden. He was the only one qualified to decide if something was justified or not. If he determined it was necessary to sacrifice innocents to prove his agenda was right, their only question should be how many. If it took a few lies and breaking of promises, he was perfectly justified. It wasn't called betrayal, not when he did it and had righteousness on his side. He had no choice. And he wouldn't have to manipulate them if they did what they were supposed to do. What he told them to do.
It was troubling that Avon wasn't back by his side where he belonged. It must be all those false rumours messing everything up. But it had been three years, how long could it take? Especially with ORAC at his disposal, not to mention, Blake had sent a few coded messages with information only the two of them knew. They must have gotten lost or garbled. Avon would never just ignore the messages.
When Blake told Avon to come, the man always came running, even if Blake did have to raise his voice sometimes. Avon always had a rebellious streak. He actually thought he should have a say in his own life.
These people did not understand what it took to win against the Federation. Nothing is more important than winning. Certainly not their petty lives. If they didn't understand it then he would make the decision for them. He was leader after all. Their lives belonged to his purpose.
It was time Avon used his skills to better use. The man always did need me to guide him to do anything worthwhile.
Deva is starting to develop an independent streak. He developed his own independent verification system to check potential recruits. The man must think I'm a fool. I am the leader. I know he's trying to bypass me. He wants me to stir up the crowds and draw in recruits for the army. I'm not about to let him push me into a ceremonial role. I will go out and get weapons and vet recruits and he can shove his precious verification system. He is here to do what I say.
I don't care if he doesn't like it. He worries far too much about people getting killed. Yes, my methods are risky, but they have to be to test people to my satisfaction. I haven't gotten anyone killed yet, have I?
Once Avon returns to me, and I give him a piece of my mind for waiting so long, we can do what we were meant to do. We will fulfil my goals.