“Hey boss, how long do you think they’re gonna take in there?”
He gave no answer, eyes transfixed on the Northern horizon. Breath shaky under his old protective mask.
“Bazeen?” the sound of his name brought him firmly back to reality.
He turned toward the Jaxx, who had been his right hand for a number of years now, taking the briefest of moments to study his features before replying “I’m sure they’re alright, Buck.”
Buck loosened the grip on his crossbow, letting it rest lazily across one shoulder. He turned toward Bazeen, incredulous “Are you alright, Bazeen?”
“Surviving. As usual.”
Buck chuckled, turning back East “You don’t like it out here, I can tell.”
“I never took to it like she did. Sierra.”
“It’s good of you to help her out, but this place isn’t for you and she should know that.”
“I owed her one.”
Buck signaled, abruptly lifting a fist “Hang on.” He sniffed the air.
“What is it?”
“Do you smell smoke, boss?”
Bazeen turned toward the campus, spying the great clocktower, the library embedded within.