Epilogue
General Coleridge Landais stood in the center of the bar. In one corner, the shattered remains of a table and chair littered the floor. He turned when one of the soldiers found blood on the floor. It was obvious there had been a fight, but that was not unusual for such an establishment.
He turned his gaze back to the pod sitting in the center of the room. It was the one that was missing from the forest. Leaves and mud still coated the bottom of it.
“Open it,” he ordered, stepping to the side.
Two of the soldiers stepped forward. It took them a moment to find the release. The lid slowly opened, revealing the covered form inside. Coleridge frowned. The cloak had mud along the edges of it. He snapped his fingers and motioned the soldier near the end of the pod to remove the cover
