The apartment complex breathed in ease as time slowly passed by.
Sentries patrolled the entrance and its silent surroundings. The Sniper team switched overwatch duties with the two Missile Infantries. Callum stood proudly in the hallway of the seventh floor, still like a tree yet more wary than any soldier there with him.
His Commander, Hans, slept soundly on his comfy bed. It has been long since he has lay here. Even though the fabric was a little out of touch, it was better than sleeping on his colony's personal room.
Despite this, sleep didn't take him the same way it used to.
Even with his eyes closed, Hans could still feel the building's shape. From the stairwell shafts, to the rooms lined like boxes, and the soft movement of his soldiers below.
His perception didn't turn off, but kept going on as if it was a perpetual motion machine.
Somewhere outside, a bird screeched.
