He stood on the platform alone, wind whipping, sand swirling. He watched the camouflaged helicopter disappear into the dark clouds above.
Knowing she was on that last transport from the island made it worse.
She’d been his partner from the start, promising him they were inseparable. And the work was exciting and revolutionary and wildly dangerous. That was the trade-off.
It was worth it, too… until the day it wasn’t.
Their top-secret government project had become sentient and things got terrifying. Fast. So, when a chance for rescue came, she took it.
And he was left to face their creation.
The Weekday One Hundred 