Operation Triskelion
Thanks The well-built man looked up from the report he was reading, the paper copy resting on the dark wooden desk of his office, an anachronism in these days of holographic displays. Behind him hung the flag that represented the survivors of the human race, its deep blue field covered in the silver stars that signified the myriad colonies they now occupied. The flag and its reflection in the desk's polished surface were clearly visible in the mirror suspended over the marble fireplace...