Michael
My mouth opens in an uncontrollable yawn that I cover with my fist. My eyelids heavy, I blink several times so I don’t miss the information written in front of me. Fernando printed me files on the various participants registered for this meeting, and I finish this summary with that bastard Dre.
Daylight filters through the open window, bathing the library in an orange glow. I rub my forehead before stretching my arm to check the time on my watch. Almost 5 p.m. I gather my documents before standing from the sofa to put them away in my office. In the living room, only Chuy remains, working on his weapon, and Taz, who’s dozing before the departure. The others are with their families or finalizing details of the plan. By tonight, we’ll launch an assault that will either mark the end
