Feb 2, 2014
aimless-tides is following admiral-havelock
Havelock let out a heavy sigh, the cigar smoke he had inhaled coming out between his thin lips and spiraling up into the sky. He had that feeling again. The feeling of being followed, of being watched.
I thought this district was quarantined off, the former Admiral thought to himself, taking a drag from his cigar. I guess the looters must be finally coming in.This meant trouble. If looters were closing in, then the Loyalists were almost out of time.
Havelock took a final drag from his cigar, exhaled, and dropped the burnt-out nub that was left. He smothered it under the heel of his boot, then turned around to face whoever was behind him. He drew his pistol.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
