The field slowly came back to life.
The ground was marked with footprints, broken crates, and signs of the fight that had ended only minutes earlier. The convoy vehicles stood in a circle around the shelters, engines still running, lights shining through the dark.
Yvonne Carter remained where she was, she watched Adrian Blake walk toward her.
Time seemed to slow with every step he took.
He looked different thinner and tired. His suit was gone, replaced with casual clothes but his eyes were the same,sharp and focused, fixed on her like nothing else existed.
Marcus stood beside Yvonne, his body tense.
“So,” Marcus said quietly, “this is him.”
“Yes,” Yvonne replied.
Adrian stopped a few feet away.
For a moment, none of them spoke. Then he walked closer to her and broke the silence.
