The sun climbed from behind the everlasting clouds. From the Spire's high window, Neoshima took the light in pieces - glass first, then steel.
A silhouette watched it and said nothing. He let his gaze rest on the horizon a little longer.
He remembered the sound that followed the silence, when Division One vanished. Not screaming. Not thunder. Just the sound of radios clicking to static and staying there. The heartbeats, going flat. One after the other. He remembered the monitors blinking red, with the word nobody wanted to see.
[TERMINATED]
The door opened without a sound. A woman slipped in with a half-smile and a tablet tucked under her arm.
"Staring at nothing again, huh, Solomon?" she said. "Dangerous hobby."
"I'm not staring, Alteea" he responded. "I'm waiting."
"For what?"
"Today."
