Sending a Signal Part I

“The first wave of the Minor League tournament should have concluded successfully, sir.”

A smooth voice accompanied the tall figure of a young man dressed in a sharp black suit, the emblem of the “Judges” affixed to his tie clip. In his hands, he held a tablet, reading off data for the man seated behind the desk. The elder man, seemingly immersed in the afternoon pleasure of his Darjeeling tea, listened with a contented smile.

“There weren’t any irregularities or concerns, I presume?”

The older man’s voice carried a composed authority, prompting the young man to lift his gaze from the tablet, returning a smile.

“Everything proceeded without any issues, sir.”

“Excellent. In that case, don’t forget to reward the Judges for their flawless performance, Al.”

“Understood.”

The young man gave a respectful nod before his eyes returned to the data.