My radio crackles, startling me awake. I reach for it automatically. Late night calls aren't unusual, but I'm glad I chose to rest separately from Taran. She needs to sleep and recover. I sit up, scrubbing a hand over my face and try to shake off the cobwebs of sleep. I glance out across the city from my place on the roof. It's still full dark, curfew is in effect and very few lights glow throughout Sanctuary.
I bring the radio up to my mouth. "Fuentes."
As I wait for the response I push myself up off the old military cot and stand, stretching out stiff muscles. I sleep up here on the roof more often than I sleep in my own bed. I crave the freedom of open air and stars. I also enjoy being able to see the shadows of my city laid at my feet. My kingdom. It's not perfect, but it's mine.
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