Travis

I sat on the bed with my hand resting on my thigh.

My shoulder still hurts a little. That was the least thing I was bothered about though.

My face was glued to my screen. I was looking at the file Sammy sent.

He did a great job retrieving this from the station's archive.

I really do owe him one.

A gentle knock appeared on my door.

I hissed, thinking it was Carlos.

"Who is it?" I asked nevertheless.

The door opened all of a sudden, revealing a hulk behind it.

I swallowed as his face wore a frown.

What the hell!

Why did he bother knocking if he...