My Darkest Hour - Part 1

Falling

“You’re foolish to come here, you know that?”

I turn away from the helicopter window and look at my escort, a man who has insisted that I don’t need to know his name multiple times. He’s getting on my nerves, but an armed bodyguard is a must at times like these. 

“You’re here too, you know.”

He grunts. 

“Yes, but this is not my first battle, nor will it be …