With the last specks of Estet obliterated, Kritiker had outlived its usefulness. So Nagi went to work. First the information systems, data bases and funds. Then the personnel. He started at the top, as any reasonable man would. Mamoru seemed shocked (for the whole five seconds he had left); betrayed by his family and deserted by his team, yet still so naìve and trusting. Such people didn't deserve to live anyway. The organisation will be ripe for the picking now.

He sank in the cushioned executive's chair and speed-dialed #1.

»You can return now. I'm finished with the Spring cleaning.«

END