I stood by myself on the metal grating while the generators roared in the dark.

The porch footage was safely saved in my digital folder.

I shut the laptop and walked straight from the barracks to the admin tent.

By eight in the morning the desert sun was already baking the canvas roof.

Fine sand coated my boots with every step across the compound.

Vance sat behind a heavy oak desk that looked completely out of place in the temporary shelter.

He’d brought it over from his last command post.