Drabble: The Games We Play

Sir James Lester rubbed his forehead as he read yet another briefing report from a sub-committee from deep within some government ministry or department or quango. The report itself wasn't particularly tiresome, but the careful reading between the lines sapped his energy.

First Leek, and then Christine; James Lester had been in politics too long. There would be more such threats and he watched for signs. No one really knew what the anomalies were, nor how they might be exploited, but everyone knew they were important. The ARC was going to prove an important game piece in the long run.