“The Eden Project. So much the better—so much the better.”
“There is no way to be certain.”
“I am certain. When the pain was all that consumed me, it seemed somehow to deepen my perception, to heighten my awareness—I could feel their presence before you spoke of it to me. We leave, then.”
The other man, swathed in arctic parka and ski toque, raised his right hand in salute, “Yes, Comrade Colonel.”
The snow through which he trod had been virgin until he had made his imprint on it, he thought as he walked, the subordinate following him. It would be that way with this new world as well.