When the elevator stopped, he hopped out and headed to the Executioners' office. A guard sat behind a counter, terrified eyes on everything but Bren. The Executioner huffed. This was all so much bother and a waste of time. He missed the old days when it was just Malick, before the other council members had been sent by Munich. Malick hadn't required piles of paperwork . An Executioner did their job, then went home. They didn't even have to check back in for easy jobs. But not now. ...