Man at War – Excerpt No. 179

While already not forward to it, the fact that Murphy was in his office was more concerning. It did not take much detective work to figure out where Marc was last night. Even Lestrade would have found his man by now.

“How long has the Warrant been waiting?” Marc asked.

Lewis furrowed his brow before tilting his head to the side. Marc maintained a warm smile waiting for a reply. He knew that despite knowing what he was, a lot more about his nature had just come to light.

“Not long, Sir,” Heart said. “He arrived just as I finished my radio check.”

“Thank you,” Marc said. “Be sure to get some rest.”

“Yes, Sir,” They said in unison as Marc walked on through leaving the head in place.

a surreal and vibrant cinematic photo of a soldier with a determined expression, wearing a worn leather helmet and a British Army uniform from 1915, sitting in a dimly lit dugout headquarters, surrounded by wooden planks and muddy earth, operating a vintage wireless radio set, with a large antenna looming in the background, the scene illuminated by a faint, eerie glow, just before dawn, with a sense of tension and anticipation, surreal photography, photorealistic, film grain, earthy tones, and muted colors, with the soldier's face lit by the soft glow of the radio's dials and gauges.

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