Category: Chapter 2

After strolling leisurely along the ocean-side avenue the couple in white turns west into the city, followed closely by The Handler and Medic. The new arrivals walk a few blocks to a large public square with thick twisting trees and an ornate, permanent kiosk selling snacks. The couple turn left into a three-storey white and …

Along with the heat and the tropical flora, Mindelo has the feel of some city in the West Indies. Surrounding it, the sharp crags give everything else the appearance of a barren wasteland. On the beaches, the volcanic rock metamorphoses into glistening sand that slides into a turquoise sea. Sitting on a glistening beach and …

Although he finds it difficult to understand why, every day Medic becomes more comfortable with the whole situation, lingering doubt and questions subtly transmute into proactive involvement with the mission. “Shouldn’t we be trying to get more info on the Academy?” he asks The Handler after a few days of growing restlessness. The Handler holds …

Fast-forward a few days to the middle of the Atlantic. Once he got his sea legs, the constant rocking of the ocean became just an annoyance for Medic. Early on he noticed that The Handler also got a little green in the face a few times. In fact, the more he observed her the more …

Medic slowly regains consciousness as pain and nausea creep in. With eyes still closed, he tries to remember the previous night. He’d been out drinking by himself, took an unusual shortcut through the park, met some odd characters, then crawled home and into bed. Right? No, wait; that was a few nights ago. What happened …