Chapter 13

It was getting to be too much...seeing that annoying little louse every day.

Sure, she was a decent assistant. She did her job well. But hearing Riker defend her was maddening.

Heading back to his place after the incident at the lab, Lars tried (and failed) to talk his temper down.

All this bullshit...over a bat!

Seeing Breccia support such a useless creature.

It will never fly, it can't even hold its own head up. And yet, she's determined to keep it?

Thinking of his lab assistant brought back memories of his conversation with Riker. All he could think of was that accident in Verandi and Caleb Carter's timely demise.

Everyone acted like it was his fault, like he had nothing better to do than sabotage something he'd been working on. He poured hours into his studies,. He spent many sleepless nights perfecting his craft and yet, the moment a single mistake rears it's ugly head, everyone treats him like a monster.

'Once she proves herself, I expect her to take part in other endeavors.' When Riker said that, it made Lars' blood boil. Other endeavors. That was fancy talk for being in charge.

Riker had so much faith this new initiate that he was willing to push her through the ranks without any question. The same thing happened to Caleb. Not even on board a year and he was put in charge of the Lab.

It was a heartless thing to say, considering the man just died, but Lars was more than happy to have him out of the way. Of course he didn't want anything bad to happen, but it was convenient to say the least.

Thinking of the decade he spent with the Organization only furthered his ire. Ten years! Ten years of toil, working in Kanto for half of it and risking his ass in the bitter cold for the other.

What more did he have to do? What more did he have to prove? A human being makes a mistake and suddenly all his hard work is nullified?

Stopping outside of his apartment building, he rubbed the sore line around his throat where Morice had choked him.

How quick he was to defend her...

As far as Lars was concerned, Breccia showed little reason for ANYONE to defend her, let alone expect anything of her. She was just another useless pawn getting in his way.