Chapter Twenty One: Deacon returns. (Tracking the tracker)Commander Destin didn't have his usual confident body language today. Or the usual 'bounce' to his micro-gestures. It was the first thing that O.P noticed about him. That and a sort of distracted look seemed to enter his features, when he thought no-one was watching him. O.P felt that Destin's mind was elsewhere most of the time. And where it was it was not having a picnic. So much he was certain of. If O.P hadn't known better, he would think that Destin seemed 'edgy'.
If it were anyone else you might simply say that he didn't appear totally in control of the situation, and leave it at that. But Destin? Out of control? Destin the Commander by nature, not only by profession? The man whose limits had been tried and tested and found
