27 March, 2028
The bald old man was standing at the window, sipping the coffee and looking at the vast desert in front of the secret facility of White Feather. He heard his office door open just as he sipped the coffee from his mug.
“Oi, how many times have I told you to knoc…..” The man said in irritation but stopped in the middle when he saw Thomas smiling at him.
“Oh, welcome Tommy. Boy, you have grown old!” the man said and placed the mug on his table.
“Come on Troy, what could possibly make you think that?” Thomas said and grinned slightly.
“For starters, you activated the burning feather protocol. And now you look like you have had a hell of a beating. Look at you, all drenched in blood.” Troy explained.
He opened a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Thomas, but the latter
