Harry shuffled through the Scrappy’s white corridors, the weight of his dread pressing down on him. He had known that this mission would be his last, but as the time drew near, he found it hard not to think about his life. He had never been a religious man, but he couldn’t help but wonder how he would be judged when everything was said and done. If there was anything out there to do the judging, that was. He wasn’t the least bit convinced of that.
When he approached the briefing room, the doors split apart. He was surprised to find that they had furnished the place with a large, round table that could accommodate twenty people.
Anna sat opposite the door with her back to a large window that looked out on the stars. She looked up when Harry came in. “You made it,” she said. “Great, now we
