Conrad didn’t move. He was staring at his hands. They were old hands. Scarred. They had held dying friends, fired countless shots, built and destroyed entire worlds. And now they had just erased the closest thing to peace he’d ever been offered.
“Only 92?” Conrad pulled on a worn leather jacket. “That’s a D-minus in brain school.” Flashback 2-FLT
Now, he was something else. A ghost with a badge. Conrad didn’t move