A month had passed since the incident.
During that time, Julius carried out his duties as a probationary officer under the supervision of his superior, Klaus Weber.
His assignments varied depending on the Directorate's needs. Sometimes surveillance of suspected dissidents, sometimes interrogations to test his persuasion skills, and occasionally, field investigations that bordered on espionage.
It was monotonous, but that monotony held a certain tension.
He didn't operate as a soldier, or a politican, but an enforcer, an auditor, and an executioner rolled into one. The Directorate's existence was as much a warning to the Republic's enemies as it was to its own citizens.
Still, his position was temporary. As long as the word "probationary" stayed in his file, Julius was expected to stay out of the Directorate's internal politics.
Of course, that was easier said than done.
