Second Wind

[Euca]

Seasons Base

Kronos looked out across the vast platform before him. People of all different kinds of backgrounds casually strolled all over the station, but this seemed to be the center of activity. Shuttle names, luggage numbers and the occasional joke hooted over the loudspeaker system. The low rumble of footsteps, voices and rolling suitcases seemed to blend into the same melody of the waves crashing onto the beach.

For a moment, Kronos took it all in, the safe feeling of sleep at night, friendly faces being dispensed daily and knowing that his identity was safely hidden behind the doors of the Octavarium Intelligence Service. He closed his eyes and took a breath full of the second wind he'd been granted.

And when he opened his eyes, the rush was over and the hourly clock for Planetary shuttles began it's countdown again.

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