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“This is crazy.” Austin gripped the arms on the wheelchair hard. “I feel fine. I need to get back out there.”
“Give it one more night,” the nurse said. “You’ll be able to walk freely first thing in the morning.”
The nurse helped Austin to his bed. She shut off the lights and left, leaving him staring at the ceiling. He sighed, trying to chill. He imagined being in a hammock, relaxing with a glass of lemonade as a breeze caused him to sway.
But his mind wouldn’t let him relax.
A fight neared, he felt it in his bones. Something wasn’t right. Even though he was now in the center of Base Prime, perhaps the most secure Legion compound in the whole of Quadrant Eight, he saw the shadow-like Phantoms every time he closed his eyes. He saw the men materialize from nothingness, clad in clothi
