Adele's
Mason Stone rushed out of the studio, striding down the corridor and hurtling down the stairs. He ran over two men coming up. He didn't stop, he didn't have to slow down: maybe it wasn't too late.
"Stone!"
Mason turned, ready to give battle again. His eyes took longer than they should have to focus, but when they did, they met four others, completely unexpected.
"You two?" Peterson and Doc Tollins towered over him. Doc, unaccustomed to the operational aspect of the job and all that adrenaline, was drenched in sweat; Pete held the gun, his hand steady and the safety off. He had almost put a bullet in Mason's stomach. Only his reflexes had allowed him to recognise his old mentor and stop in time.
"When I realised you weren't coming I detached myself from the garrison at Seinfiel
