Clay lay blinking in the bright light, puzzled by the ringing. It took him nearly a minute to rouse to the point where he realised it was the signal to get up. He must have fallen asleep eventually, but his sleep had not been restful. The faces of those he’d killed had followed him into his dreams.
He dragged himself up and prepared to face another day. As he dressed, an urgent message arrived on his console. Orders to attend a briefing due to start in five minutes. Clay could just make it if he rushed. So much for breakfast, not that he felt hungry anyway.
He made it to the briefing room with half a minute to spare. Taking a deep breath he stepped through the doorway… and froze. The room was almost empty. It contained only three other people. Two guards, flanking the door he
