He stepped inside and shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it.
“…that due to the lack of supporting evidence, the massive loss of life to your unit…”
He ignored the wilted leaves of the philodendron—chosen by whoever had arranged his living quarters. Only the kitchen interested him, specifically the refrigerator’s contents.
“…and the loss of the entire team of scientists who were highly regarded in their fields…”
'Destiny of the Queen' book 3 of The Brajj (work in progess)
"Everything hurt. Lying flat on his back, his bare skin chilled against a cold metal floor, Lewis shivered and opened his eyes to find a dozen plus barrels of unrecognizable rifle-sized weapons pointed down at him. They were backed up by men and women of varying colors, sizes, and ethnicities, but all wearing the same military-style white jumpsuits with unfamiliar insignia, patches, and helmets with lowered visors. With a sweeping glance, he caught a few stitched-on name badges: Howard, Xian, Brummell, Sayed, and Mehta."
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