The General was in his late sixties. His face was a criss-cross of wrinkles interspersed with old scars. He smiled victoriously at the sight of Nathan. Though he looked old and weak, there was a cunning look in his piercing blue eyes.
“Welcome! I have been waiting for you all day.”
“Here I am”, replied Nathan, placing his bag on the table in front of the General. “Major Morris’ head is inside that bag. You can go ahead and run a DNA test on it”.
“Relax boy, we are in no hurry here”. He picked the bag from the table and placed it on the floor. “I hope you had a pleasant journey. So Nathan, tell me what do you desire the most?”
There were several things which came to his mind. If he could wish upon a shooting star right there, he would have wished for normalcy. The thing which he desire
