As the evening came on, Captain Joe Clarkson leaned back in his chair. Gazing across his desk to the secretary against the wall, his eye came to rest upon the humidor containing the favored chigargs. The Captain hadn't really given much thought to the power of The Hatters. It was now becoming clear to him.
Captain Clarkson came to office about a half decade before the new millennium. He had thought the support of The Hatters was an uncomplicated affair that would be resolved with a simple program created to keep them busy. Little did he realize the gravity of full implementation of their agenda.
The Hatters held positions throughout The Service. Positions of administrative authority came easy to them. They had little trouble convincing lay persons of the justness of their cause. Tending to the needs springing from misfortune seemed to be their natural calling. Their studies had included health matters, but the more successful of them learned policy all the better.
Captain Clarkson now realized the cost for the support of The Hatters would not be merely the cleansing of Usland from smoching , but the elimination of smochers themselves.
...to be continued
Captain Clarkson came to office about a half decade before the new millennium. He had thought the support of The Hatters was an uncomplicated affair that would be resolved with a simple program created to keep them busy. Little did he realize the gravity of full implementation of their agenda.
The Hatters held positions throughout The Service. Positions of administrative authority came easy to them. They had little trouble convincing lay persons of the justness of their cause. Tending to the needs springing from misfortune seemed to be their natural calling. Their studies had included health matters, but the more successful of them learned policy all the better.
Captain Clarkson now realized the cost for the support of The Hatters would not be merely the cleansing of Usland from smoching , but the elimination of smochers themselves.
...to be continued
