"For the love of God, please tell me I am hearing it wrong!" I stormed out of the bedroom into the dimly lit corridor of the convent, the last traces of sleep flushed out of my system. The candles along the hallway flickered with each passing gust, their weak light throwing long shadows on the walls.
Too many times I had been roused from sleep to attend to something serious.
I never did get use to it.
God must know this old man deserves at least a moment's rest.
"I'm really sorry about this, Heneral… but we've been attacked…" Sargento Guzman followed close behind, adjusting his belt as he tried to keep up with my brisk, determined pace.
"Attacked?" My voice cracked somewhere between disbelief and fury. But even as I said it, I knew better.
