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EMPIRE
Imperial Inspector
by
STEPHANIE OSBORN
Copyright 2020 by Stephanie Osborn
All Rights Reserved
EMPIRE Universe and characters used with permission
ISBN 978-1-7340758-4-7
Printed in the United States of America
Cover Credits
Cover Art: James Lewis-Vines
Back Cover Photo: Fritz Ling
Published by Weyand Associates, Inc.
Bloomington, Indiana, USA
September 2020
CONTENTS
First Impressions
An Ally Arrives
Things Start to Move
Problems, Baby
Exposed!
The Return
War!
Déjà Vu All Over Again
Heads Up
Take Down
Life Goes On…Sometimes
Chasing the Threads
Timetable Glitches
Loose Ends
Digging Deeper
Moving On
Epilogue – Endings and Beginnings
Author Notes
First Impressions
Nikolas Lindberg was mopping one of the side corridors in the Annalian consulate, and had just reached the main corridor, backing into it as he swiped his mop over the last of the flooring. There had been an influx of new consulate staff after the Sintaran intelligence efforts had uncovered a major spy ring in the consulate; most of the previous staff had fled back to the star nation of Annalia before they could be arrested by the Sintaran Imperial Police, and their replacements were currently arriving. Unfortunately, the moving firm being used to assist had tramped mud from the previous day’s rain all through the consulate, and Lindberg was currently attempting to eradicate evidence of that event.
He had already placed markers to warn the staff of the wet floor, and as he sponged away the last of the muddy footprints, he stepped back to survey his handiwork and make sure he had not missed a spot.
But just as he did so, he felt an impact, followed by a grunt, as someone ran into him, and Lindberg staggered to the side.
“Umph! Blundering oaf! Watch where you are going! Pay attention to what’s going on around you!” a voice declared, and Lindberg, having managed to regain his balance without falling, turned to see who had run into him.
The man who stood there glaring was reasonably tall – roughly Lindberg’s own height – but considerably thinner. He must have been walking at speed to have nearly knocked me over, Lindberg considered. I’ve built some good muscle over the years, and I’m not a small man.
The man was dark-haired, with patches of white at the temples, lending him a distinguished air; Lindberg put him at around fifty, give or take. His skin was pale, his eyes blue, and there were worry lines in his forehead and slight crow’s feet around his eyes, though the laugh lines around his mouth bespoke a sense of humor. He was dressed in an elegant, expensive suit, and carried himself with authority.
All this took a matter of fractions of a second for Lindberg to observe before he responded.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” Lindberg said in a contrite tone. “I got started early this morning, so as to have the mud the movers tracked all over wiped up before the start of business; I heard the consul was due to arrive at some time today, and wanted the consulate looking nice for his arrival. I didn’t know anyone else was even here yet! But you’re right, I should have looked before I backed out into the corridor, and I apologize, sir. Be careful walking around; the flooring is wet in some places, where I had to mop away the mud.”
“You are the janitor?”
“Yes. Nikolas Lindberg.”
“You just finished that hallway?”
“Yes, sir.”
“It was muddy?”
“Very.” Lindberg held up his mop so the other man could see the traces of red clay on it. One of two water buckets nearby was more like muddy water; the other was clear and showed signs of soapsuds.
“What, one bucket for rinsing, the other for clean water?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You did a very good job, then. The floor looks pristine.”
“Thank you, sir. As I said, I did want to have the consulate looking nice for His Excellency the consul.”
“You did well, then. I am Abelson Niebecker, the new consul.”
“OH! Your Excellency!” And instinctively, Lindberg bowed.
“Please rise, Mr. Lindberg,” Niebecker said, as a pleased smile spread over his face. “You are nothing if not polite, and you are obviously a man of honor and dedication.”
“I try, Your Excellency,” Lindberg said, easing back to an upright position. “In whatever circumstance I find myself, I try to do the right thing.”
“When did you come in this morning?”
“Uh,” Lindberg thought for a moment, then glanced at a clock down the hall. “It’s eight now… I got here around three-thirty or four this morning, so I could mop all the floors. I started with the foyer and worked my way down this main hall first, then branched out to the secondary corridors, plus cleaning some carpets in the rooms. I’m afraid I haven’t been
