Gabriel

We converged in the shadow of the medical center's. Fifteen patrol members, some were limping, most of them looked bloody, all of them still upright. I observed that with a fierce satisfaction I did not allow myself to express.

Marcus was already there, still in human form, his patrol chief's mind running calculations that his face only partially concealed. He had a radio in one hand and his shirt had been torn at the collar from a close encounter he had clearly survived, because he ...