Sanctuary

Clear, icy tears fell as I closed the letter to Sara, and laid it delicately on her pillow. My breathing hitched, and I held it for a few seconds. When I slowly exhaled, I was ready. I was ready to resume as Agent Bralow, and when I saw my reflection in the mirror, I saw her. The face I had grown accustomed to seeing myself in when I was dealing with anything Cathedral. Eyebrows arched, and slightly furrowed, determined, angry, and defiant. My eyes showed Hell fire, yet all my features mixed in an element of being calm.
No more tears.
No more sorrow.
I am bulletproof.

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I met Andy at the airport, he had the same furrowed look, and didn't let me get very far from him the entire time we loaded our luggage, and boarded the plane, then he fell asleep. We passed security, all it took was our Cathedral IDs, and they let us through. They were very aware we had concealed weapons hidden on us. Once everyone was on, the pilot announced the weather and how long it would be until our arrival in New York, where we were to start. I followed Andy's lead and fell asleep, with his face buried in my shoulder. We had a long night ahead of us.

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