Treaty Council politics

Called the Director away from Calcutta.   The embassy got him a vertical up to the transhub space station, where he caught the 0800 to Moon City.  The Frontier Affairs Directorate was having a little meeting with Human Security Services regarding the bothersome news from the Insect Empire.....something about severe reality slippage in the buffer zones.  That was the trouble with things down towards galactic center....physics got all messed up with the stars being so concentrated....and rouge black matter waves kept altering the space-time plots, so the unexpected could become the norm, which plays hell with proper planning.  And the Delegates with their Budget Hearings......they were always on about the expense of operations, calling into question the usefulness even of maintaining a presence on the Frontier.  Well, he had about forty minutes to kill before lunar touchdown, so he went to the barcar and got a brandy and soda, and some cashews.