Price
King,"he said. Price's voice was the same, low, laden with the gravel of past battles, but now it didn't have the warmth that she had once been able to discern even in the distant peals of thunder."Captain," she nodded, finally turning to him. Between them hung an invisible but tangible field of the wreckage of their relationship. He stood as he had always been, hard as a rock in his tactical vest, but his gaze, always so direct, now swept past her, as if looking for an enemy on a map rather than in his own memory. "Laswell wants us to coordinate data on the movements of the Cleaners in the dock area," she said, returning to the point. "Send me the files. Ghazli and I will figure it out," he replied briefly. "Gazli is good at shooting, but he is zero at signaling. You'll need my command to decrypt it," she retorted as she went to her desktop. An old dispute. Her analytical mind is versus his belief in muscle strength. "For the last time,
About Price
King,"he said. Price's voice was the same, low, laden with the gravel of past battles, but now it didn't have the warmth that she had once been able to discern even in the distant peals of thunder."Captain," she nodded, finally turning to him. Between them hung an invisible but tangible field of the wreckage of their relationship. He stood as h...Read more