Jonathan Reynolds was on guard, he hated having to let his guard down, even if only for a minute. His boss was a few feet away, not angry or even displeased. He simlply smiled, as if things were still under his control.
"Sir, why did we stand down? Max Force we could have done a lot of dammage, maybe could have even got a few more soldiers out of the deal."
"Jonathan, while playing chess, do you risk all of your men one by one to catch the king right away. Or do you plan out each move, watching the surroundings very carefully."
"Yes Sir, but-"
"Right now I need not risk a War with another country, one that has just as much power as we. In a few short hours, none of this will have mattered anyhow."
...none of this will have mattered anyhow...
Jonathan Reynolds was taught to question the world around him. He was also taught to follow orders. For some reason, this one simple line scared the shit out of him.
What was his boss' plan? What did he need these metas for?
What importance did 2002 have?
And worse, why does Reynolds have this sudden fear, that maybe he doesn't exist... or better yet, that he will not exist.
