There was an unusual tension in the air as Anselme MacFhionnlaigh stepped off the lift and through the double doors to the Centurion Command Centre of the Counter-Espionage and Counter-Intelligence Century. Gloom and foreboding could be read on the faces of the two Signiferī whispering in between the entrances to the Mediterranean and Eastern European Cohort’s quadrants. At the sight of him, their faces took on an expression commingling sympathy, confusion, and concern. Maintaining his look of indifference, he strode through the central commons area toward his office at the far end of the Command Centre.

“What’d you do to…