The blood from Byron's self-inflicted wound had already begun to seep through the makeshift bandage of his handkerchief, a dull throb accompanying the sharp sting. He ignored it.
"We are hot on commander Thorne's tail." It said.
The news from Elias, contained in that small, discreetly passed note, was far more significant than a few shards of glass in his palm.
"This should solve my immediate problem," Byron murmured to himself, his mind already sifting through the implications of Elias's message. He pictured the scene of Thorne's capture, this latest development smoothing out a troublesome wrinkle. "And once I find Thorne… yes, once Thorne is located and dealt with, this entire unfortunate business will be closed. Permanently. No loose ends, no damning evidence."
