Chief Enforcer Strelx sneered with disgust at the dozen figures, in theory, casually strolling back and forth in their holographic disguises. How by the seven moons of Shalador did the Council expect him to..well, to enforce…with such talentless agents to work with?
Granted, this provincial pesthole was quite some ways removed from the Homeworld and so the pool of available troops was limited at best. That being said, he didn’t imagine the indigenous primates would believe his men were “locals” for a minute. Even they weren’t that stupid.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: focused. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the 21st such and previous installments may be found here.