Rowan
The fifth attack failed. Which was precisely what worried me. Most people assumed successful attacks were the dangerous ones. The bloody ones. The expensive ones. The ones that left behind casualties and destruction.
Those were obvious. Visible. Easy to understand. Failed attacks were different. Failed attacks revealed intentions. And intentions were often far more dangerous. I stood in the operations center studying the latest reports.
The room had long since emptied. Most of the command staff had gone home hours ago. A few lights remained on. A few radios continued crackling softly. Otherwise, silence dominated the building. The clock on the wall informed me it was nearly midnight.
I ignored it. Sleep wasn't happening anyway. Not tonight. Not after what we'd found. The lates
