Epilogue
He wore a simple hunter-green shirt and old blue jeans as he stood at the edge of the room full of patients in white robes. Finally, he trudged toward the front desk, where he produced his identification.
The nurse nodded, her knowing glance telling him she knew his story. “Lieutenant Morris.”
“Ma’am.”
Josh squinted at the high windows revealing a view of the Golden Gate Bridge. After the past forty-eight hours of questioning by the EIF and top Legion officers regarding his incident, the bright sunlight burned his eyes. He was tired and didn’t want to think any further about Zahlian ARCs, the vessel’s offensive capabilities, and the response times of the Interceptors. The Legion agents repeated the same questions in different forms, all with the goal of discovering more about
