Ferguson's hands tightened against the railings of the balcony as he stared blankly into the darkening day. His eyes flickered with every movement he saw. He heard the soft thudding of shoes stop outside his door.

“Come in.”

The door groaned quietly as Karl opened it, stepping into the room.

“Everything is ready,” the words rolled out of his mouth. “Everything's set for tomorrow.”

“Good.”

Ferguson's fingers tapped the rails making soft metallic sounds. Karl joined him on ...