The night grew steadily darker, the deep ink of the midnight sky contrasting sharply with the brilliant, neon sprawl of the city lights stretching across the horizon. Standing beside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of Jillyanna's private quarters, Travis stared blankly out into the expanse, letting out a long, heavy sigh that rattled softly against the glass.
"You've been standing there sighing for a while now, Travis," Jillyanna spoke softly from the bed, her dark eyes watching him with quiet understanding. "I know you're worried sick about what's going down tonight, but you have to trust them. They know what they're doing."
