Twenty-Two
I held my hand above the flames of the campfire. The night was cold. Looking straight into the flames, I realized that they beckoned me again, speaking of times past and future. That night, they spoke to me about Samuel. My heart ached. A sickening feeling rose inside my gut. I always had this premonition that our enemy was dangerous. But this recording had shown me we had no idea. We didn’t even know who it was. Who had this power, to find this particular soldier and his viewpoint recording, who had the knowledge of this very moment? I thought of Björn. Of him being the key.
My heart ached even more.
We had beaten the army, true. I still wondered how I had gained control over the drones. I felt them. Their every move. Their programming. Their very core. It was too strange to
