CYAN
I have always known Cassian Wolfe was crazy.
Possibly crazier than me, which is saying something, considering I have spent the better part of a decade setting a very high bar for what qualifies as a psychological disaster.
Most people think Cassian is the grounded one... the stoic, the anchor, the man with the plan. But you have to be a special kind of insane to carry a four-year-old ghost around in your pocket and let it dictate every breath you take.
The facility was a playground of concrete and shadows. I worked through the floors with the utmost efficiency.
Emilio's men were numerous, but they were amateurs compared to the sheer mechanical force of a man who has nothing to lose.
I cleared them floor by floor, the math of it resolving itself in my head. Fifteen men. Give or take.
The "give or take" didn't bother me; violence, when it's functional, is just another form of housekeeping.
