Kristi Marie

The Courier

Finally. Tag rounded the corner to see his the massive steel gates of the Commander’s compound looming a quarter mile ahead. It was well past midnight. He was dirty, exhausted, in pain. But he was finally here. The rain that had threatened for the past hour fell in cold, heavy drops as he fished out his badge with his right hand and held it up for the guards at the first of three check points leading to the compound. He pressed his left arm against his side to slow the bleeding from the wound he’d gotten earlier that night. It would need attention, but he would deal with that later. The mission came first.