The room dimmed subtly because of the words and Don stood still for a moment longer and then he turned as he walked out he did not look back but he felt it the document was no longer the most important thing he carried because something else had already been placed inside him.
And he is the anchor in the midst of this.
At Alvarez base, the room smelled of blood that had already begun to dry as it mixed with antiseptic that tried but failed miserably to mask the violence that had taken place only hours earlier.
Outside the base the storm still raged, rain poured hard against the reinforced glass windows of the private medical wing, each drop striking like a reminder that the world outside continued without concern for the pain inside as thunder rolled in the distance slow and hea
