Celestalis sits down in the square, under an abstract sculpture. He looks exhausted.

“And this is the last ground-to-air system, Sir”, a dark haired officer in her late twenties says. “All our warehouses should be safe, plus all the main public places. This doesn’t exclude collateral damage, of course, and won’t last forever”.

Celestalis stands up, dismisses the officer with a pat on the shoulder, then jumps in his black helico. Once in, he swallows three painkillers, drinking something from a plastic flask  and ignites the vehicle.

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