One of the last lines of defense.
Luke hurried to the other side of the hall and down a small tunnel before he reached a metallic door that swung open after the security device scanned his retina.
A cacophony of sound. The centre was buzzing with people running back and forth. He saw John, who appeared to be admonishing those around him, and made his way over to the squadron.
There was only one question on his mind. “Where is Timothy?”
John was shaking. “It’s okay, he should be here shortly.”
“What’s wrong, John?”
“They are coming again, Luke. I just can’t. We’re all going to die.”
“You’ll be fine. I have a drop of whiskey hidden away at the back. It will do you some good.”
John nodded in agreement as Luke led him to the back of the cavernous room and took out.a bottle of whiskey from behind a workstation. “I knew it would come in handy at some point.”
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