Chapter CXXX: Two Birds With One Stone ~Vector

Sir Pseudo Havering walked down the sterile white halls of the starship he had just arrived in. He was slightly amused at how humans believed that they were creating when in fact they destroyed everything they touched. He soon arrived at a rather large door. He noticed a small speaking grille, and was greeted by the voice of the commander of the vessel.
"Hello, Mr. Havering. Please enter." The voice said. As he entered the room, he noticed a Caucasian human male sitting behind a desk, wearing a perfectly pressed gray uniform.
"May we dispense with the formalities, and get right down to business, Mr. DeVane?" Havering said in a rather disgusted tone.
"Why yes, Mr. Havering." Commander DeVane said with a slight Russian accent. "What is it that you would like to discuss?"
"I am here to discuss the matter of the certain lizard that I wish destroyed. Has the deed been done yet?" Havering asked. "He needs to be eliminated, or I will find great difficulty in executing my plans."
"I am deeply sorry, my lord. Our forces have not been able to locate him successfully." DeVane said. Havering chuckled to himself as he noticed sweat appearing on the mortal’s brow.
"I have given you chance after chance. You claim to be the most powerful force in the galaxy, yet you cannot locate and destroy a single lizard? You have failed me for the final time, DeVane." Havering said, frowning at the man behind the desk. "Your ‘Terran Confederation’ is no more than a group of bumbling fools. I shall take my business elsewhere." With that, Havering turned away from DeVane, tapped his fingertips, and pulled his drink from the air, ignoring the screams of pain from the captain who was now fully engulfed in flames.
"Hmm… The air in here has suddenly become less than pleasant." Havering said to himself. "I know of someone that has engaged in many operations for me in the past." With that, the air around him seemed to ripple, and he just disappeared from the now charred commander’s office. He admired the somewhat warped view of space as he traveled the thousands of light years across the galaxy to a trusted mortal’s home. He appeared in the middle of a very ornate room, accented by a rather large wine rack.
"Ah. I can always count on having a quite delicious glass of wine whenever I come here." Havering said. Suddenly, the door opened, and a moderately tall man waked into the room. He was clad in a very expensive looking white suit, and carried a swagger stick in his left hand.
"Ah. Sir Havering. What an unexpected and pleasant surprise this is. Care for a glass of wine?" the man said.
"Why thank you, Mr. Bartok. What year would you choose? I found the 2024 vintage to be quite exquisite the last time I was here." Havering said. Bartok pulled the cork from an ancient bottle of wine, and poured the contents into a goblet.
"It is a 1999 French chardonnay." Bartok said. "I find t quite palatable. Tell me friend, what brings you here? Seeking a retreat from the stress of life on a planet, or is it somewhat more official?" Havering grinned as he sipped the wine. Never before had he tasted such a beverage.
"I wish for a certain lizard to be killed. Also, I would like for the ‘Terran Confederation’ to be obliterated. They have failed me far too many times, but I am far too busy to deal with it myself. Even a time bender must keep a tight schedule, you know." Havering said.
"But of course. I share your hatred of the Terrans, and I would gladly destroy one of those accursed lizards for you." Bartok said. "Does it have a name?"
"Of course." Havering said. "His name is Vector Sprint. He could prove to be a terrible hindrance to me in the future. I’m asking you to deal with it as I have pressing business in another time."
"You will not be let down." Bartok said. "I will gladly undertake this. Both because of respect for you, and personal reasons." Havering pointed at a computer, and the hated lizards face popped up.
"This is a complete database on him, and a list of all the places he may appear throughout the next ten years. Now. I must bid you a farewell." Havering said. Bartok bowed to him respectively, and Havering disappeared with the speed at which he had appeared.