Friday came the way bad things always come. Quietly, without warning, acting like it had every right to be there.
Leo had not forgotten the message. He had tried to, a little, during the week. He had thrown himself into drills and classes and the general exhausting business of pretending to be something he was not. But the message sat somewhere in the back of his mind the whole time, patient, like it was not in any hurry.
*B2 Sector, Abandoned Wing. Come alone. Wear something quiet. The commander will be there.*
He had read it so many times the words had stopped looking like words.
