Wesley Mustela sits at
a table in a drab beige room, grief and resignation hanging heavy
from his shoulders. The chair opposite is empty, but Wesley knows
eventually someone will sit there, and with them they'll bring
judgement and retribution. He stares at the table, hands folded in
his lap, waiting.
He wonders what the
judgement will be, what form the punishment might take. He knows of
a few agents who ran away but not of any that disobeyed. He sighs,
knowing in his heart with absolute certainty that he'd do it all over
again, if he had the chance. But his body is old and frail now,
there'll be no more chances, so he'll happily accept the wrath of the
Forest.
That wrath begins with
the arrival of a surprising visitor.
“Oh,” Wesley says,
“It's you. I thought it'd be...”
“Oak that interviewed
you?” Comes the interruption from Ash, an Authority. “Oak talks
to those who flee into the Weave, I meet those who hide in the Warp.”
