If he speaks, how will he explain the source of the information?
If he speaks, how will Walker see him?
A coward scared by anonymous information?
A rat who might leak the news?
And what if it's just a coincidence?
What if someone sent it by mistake?
Swift stared at the message for a full three minutes.
Finally, he deleted it.
He put the phone back in his pocket and drained the whiskey left in his glass.
The alcohol burned in his stomach, but couldn't drive away the chill.
He walked out of the surveillance room, onto the empty ground outside the warehouse.
The night wind was cold, cutting his face like a knife.
In the distance, the sparse lights of Buckda City District twinkled, a city that had endured too many wars, having long learned to be silent at night.
In the sky, a drone flew silently by.
Small, quiet, like a night bird.
Swift glanced up, assuming it was a US Army reconnaissance drone, paying it no mind.
