“I would apologize, but I’m afraid apologies are wasted on the dead.” The Director gave an offended huff. “You’ll have to explain yourself, because I’m not sure what I did to deserve threats.” There were three shadows behind the First Director of the Magic Tower. A broad grin bloomed on the face of one of them. A grin and one shining orange eye. “Sheep, sheep, sheep,” Omega said. “I have bad news for you. It’s finally my turn.”
