Chapter Seven
BACK IN HIS ROOM, Fabio turned on his communication hub, detached the screen and put it in the bracket on the wall. Then he stretched out on his bed, his feet up against the opposite wall.
He wanted to sleep. He wanted to forget whatever was left of his memories. He’d start as a fresh officer without prior history. He’d obey all orders without question. He’d be a good little soldier, and he’d never again—
Free people from rooms where they had been locked in by some “mistake”.
Or save people’s lives, even if they were supposed to be enemies.
Or, for that matter, his own life.
Fabio flicked through the channels, of which there were many. He cared not for sport, or drama, or reruns of old shows.
The ISF military news channel made him feel uneasy. It was too obviously chee
