The clack of my boots on the tile floor echoed around me. Headed to command, to meet and report to all the higher ups and the government of our findings, I was nervous. Knowing we would have to tell them of Jason's death at the hands of the angel. An image of him popped into my mind unbidden. His smiling face, hand rolled cigarette between his full lips, the barrel of one of his guns lighting the tip, causing a small ember to light. I was not looking forward to this, my body already missing his in a sense; he and I had been intertwined in a way we didn't fully understand once things became physical. Perhaps it was intuition on both of our parts. Not that Liam wasn't amazing, in fact I had taken what Jason taught me and brought it into the bedroom with Liam, and so far it had worked well. J
