Shift Change

Marcus woke up, ate, and went on patrol. Same halls, same faces, same routine. Nothing happened.

At lunch, a message came through: "Report to the security office."

A new badge. "You're now Transport Unit. Report to Lt. Hall at 1300 hours." No celebration. No excitement. Just another assignment.

The rest of the shift dragged on. Routine checks. Escort duty. Paperwork.

He went home, ate, and lay in bed. Dr. Carter's execution flashed in his mind. He pushed it away.

Tomorrow would be another day, another shift.