Written for the 2-Day Drabbles challenge on the discoveredinalj livejournal community


The briefing is long and I try to focus, but I'd been at HQ since yesterday and it was beginning to tell. That is, until the door behind creaked.

I knew it was them, knew by the way the Controller twitched his lips, as if he longed to tell them off like they were children. Sometimes he forgot himself and did it anyway, and they'd respond like schoolboys, instead of men that fired guns.

They had the power to light up the room just by being there, even if the electricity they created was for them alone. Sometimes, I'd sigh...

-- THE END --

September 2007