Jeddah, Saudi Arabia
Day Two
Rey’s sleep had been full of bad dreams about Angie and little Harper, who sometimes called him uncle and always made him smile. Not that his sleep was ever good, what with the PTSD-induced nightmares, but it was going to take all he had to get through the day.
After dressing in his standard-issue body armor and silicone mask, and strapping on his personal knee brace, he took the plain-looking elevator downstairs. While it dropped, he reflected on Stryker’s latest update: they had found the remains of Angie’s glasses, but nothing else. How could Rey be there for his buddy? This must be tearing his old friend to pieces.
He was so caught up in his own thoughts that at first, he didn’t realize he’d walked into a protest happening right outside the hotel on t
