A red faced Luke paced around the room in impatience. It had been a few hours since he sent his son and Razor on the errand but it seemed liked decades.Thats what happens when you have been hit with a wave of paranoia for the past few weeks.

"What in the living hell is taking them so long?" He growled. Seeing the fruitlessness of his endless pacing,he opted to sit on the specially-designed siver chair facing the exit. Coincidentally, his son entered followed shortly by Razor. Luke ...