It was storming. The sound of the rain beat at the top of the base. Keegan couldn’t sleep. The failure of his mission still bore into his chest like a black hole, sucking anything remotely comforting into the darkness and destroying it.

A little girl, held by a drug cartel as ransom. They’d killed her. He had been too slow. Keegan felt his self hate grow fast. He swept his arms across his desk, the items atop clattering to the floor. He broke things…tore things. He was angry. At himself…