Morning came and no anomalies were reported. The plan went off around the world without a hitch. The rest – drop-zoning into the overrun cities – would take place that evening. Bryan felt both sick and ecstatic; he had done this – he had found the first gate and sent the first group of suicides over. It was all his fault and achievement.
It was late afternoon and everyone else was asleep when a knock sounded at his open door. He looked up to see Sonia standing in the doorway. Her aeon was dim, exhausted.
“Am I interrupting anything?” she asked, weariness even in her voice.
“No,” Bryan said, “Door’s usually open.”
“I know you’re busy.” She fell onto the couch.
“I’ll take a break. You were capturing tonight.”