Most of his men are okay?
And what about Tomas?
Which means I’m tied down to my desk, miles away from the fight. I can’t do that, not without knowing what’s happening to my boy.
I have to do—I have to find Tomas. “I’ll be at the office.”
Hueys distant sounds from a war game I’m no longer playing. The TV is black and empty, and I see my reflection in it as I pass but don’t recognize myself. I’m not that soldier there, that man in a pressed uniform with an ironed-on scowl. There’s no emotion in the reflection, looking back at me. There’s around him, through him, in him, and he’s someone only going through the motions of living, he’s moving and that isn’t me because ever since Alden left, I’ve been standing still. I won’t move again until Tomas is by my side.
APCs. As I jog to the o
