20
Grayson walked out of the base with a duffel bag over his shoulder. Everything he’d owned in the last three years of active duty was in the bag.
The sunlight on Provenance was bright today, and the blue, cloudy skies would have been peaceful on any other day.
In his other hand, he held a letter.
Certificate of Discharge
After all he’d been through, this was a hell of a way to go out.
The door to the base opened and Will ran out, panting.
“Glad I caught you,” Will said. They shook hands and hugged.
“We’ve been through a lot,” Will said. “Too much to fall out of touch.”
“Never,” Grayson said.
“What are you going to do next?” Will asked.
Grayson glanced up at the skies. “Maybe go back home, see if my job is still waiting.”
“Hell, if that chick were still here, you could’ve aske
