CHAPTER 2JAMES STOOD OUT FRONT OF the office, not thinking, looking at the view from the top of the hill and sipping a cup of coffee he’d grabbed on the way out. He’d felt Matt try to come after him, but James had managed to communicate his need for solitude.
Nice view Matt’s grampas had. Peaceful. As long as he looked west. If he looked back east, he could see the Weimer Air Base on the next hill over. The base hadn’t been built with an eye toward the aesthetically pleasing. When Sid, Lance, and Anais had moved Queer Extraction Services Association here in the last few weeks, they’d wanted to locate near the base, but Sid had refused to be any closer than this. “I’m not living through that low-orbit centrifuge launch six times a day, dammit.” It wasn’t so much the sound. Turned out, a lo
