Danny Hearn’s eyes wander over the empty lot surrounding the school. The order from Brussels was clear, yet unexpected: stop any operation. No explanation was given, as, the Australian supposed, the heads in Belgium were thinking Youssouf was somehow able to read minds much more farther and easier than any known meta.
“Danny…”
A voice from behind. A voice he had not hear since three long years, the most incredible and intense of his whole life.
Danny turned, eyes wide open. “Ed?!”
The tall Italian smiles. He sports an Avante Guard uniform, not perfectly fitting, evidently not tailored over his body like all the operative’s own are.
“Ed, how can…” begin Hearn, but the other one silences him raising his index finger in front of the mouth.
“Can’t say anything, Danny. All for later, if we’ll survive.” And hands a small piece of paper to the Avant Guarde Colonel, who read it and looks back puzzled at his old friend. “How can it be possible?”
Euro shakes his head. “Velo’s idea. Or Walker’s. I don’t know.”
Hearn shakes in turn the head. “Let it be…” he whispers, firmly believing, for the second time in his life, that he will not see his friend again, at the end of the operation.
