The morning after the extraction, Seth was a wreck. He was seen pacing the compound and yelling at anyone he came in contact with. He had put all the men who were supposed to be on duty the night of the extraction on punishment duty. It was their fault that Jethro and his men successfully invaded his territory in the first place.
A low growl escaped Seth’s throat as he stood in the center of his war room, fists clenched behind his back, pacing the entire length of the room. The vast windows behind him had their blinds drawn so that the room offered no light. It was bright outside but pitch black in the room, save for the soft glow of light from the screen placed on the table, and it was Seth who preferred it that way.
He stared into the screen of the holographic map, his focus centered o
