Chapter 13 — We Are Not That Anymore

Leo stood up.

He reached into his bag, and his hand closed around something, and he did not pull it out, but I knew what it was, and I knew what he was about to offer.

“Commander,” he said, his voice very low.

“Say the word.

Three hours.

They disappear.

No one ever finds them, and no one ever traces it, and the world is better for it.