Tellith drove through the night, the radio pumping tunes and commercials. He asked himself a hundred times why he was racing back. Between the cameras, the guards, and the Executioners, the likelihood that anyone would succeed at attacking the citadel was slim. It was probably a misunderstanding of some kind.

Except there was an explosion. You heard that.

While that was true, Roger had a propensity to over exaggerate. It probably wasn't as bad as all that. Hell, it was ...