In a small apartment in Leith the morning light split the smoke stained curtains and brought new promises of life and warmth to the room. Roy did not feel the warmth of the sun, nor the promise it offered. He packed his bags festidiously, making sure all the components were in place. He had learned to pack like this in the forces, he had learned much from that time.

In a small town in another part of the world a group of very important people waited for Roy, they did not know it yet but he was their saviour and he was their doom.

The bags were packed, the room was empty, he closed the curtains as if to deny the very sun it’s last plea for life. He closed the door and headed for the airport, he had a plane to catch, they were ready for him.

The door swung lazily on its hinges as he left, the room stood dark and empty, he would not be back there again.