General Odysseus King. A decorated soldier in the military. His name means hope for his allies and terror for his enemies.

Operation Trojan Horse. The Siege of Aegis Outpost. The Odyssey Campaign. Three of his most notorious exploits. And officially, never happened.

But now, he just wants to go home. Sleep in his own bed. Drink his own whiskey.

But the gods had other plans. His plan had landed in Santorini as a storm crashed its way into their path leaving Odysseus to take refuge in the airport bar paid for by the government of course.

The bar is packed, leaving Odysseus to settle on a table in the corner, headphones on, nursing a whiskey and flicking through the book he picked up at the convenience store in the airport to pass the time.

There’s a gentle tap against the fake wood wood table in front of his book.

Someone trying to get his attention.