Lucas's POV

The sound of children's laughter draws me toward the main building like a magnet. After three hours of patrol reports and security briefings, I need something that doesn't involve potential threats or defensive strategies.

'Logan's handling the supply requisitions. I can spare twenty minutes.'

I round the corner near what used to be the children's hall and stop dead. Walls knocked out, new desks in neat rows, a proper chalkboard ...