I walk to the warehouse window, taking in the wild ocean sprawling beyond the glass. The thick smoke from the bushfires hazing the horizon, making the stretch of coastline nothing more than a grey abyss. Fucking Lorna. She’s taken this campaign to another level with this one. Risked lives. I knew her morals were rickety, and I’ve never denied mine are, too, but I have held on to the last slither of humanity in this business of mine, in me, that we—I—don’t hurt innocent civilians.
