Darrow put down his pack and saluted his former leader. ‘Darrow,’ Heckel said. His face had a strange, wistful look. ‘Darrow, do you think they know I’m sorry?’ ‘Who, sir?’ ‘The cadets. Hunt Flight. Emperor save us, so many of them died.’ ‘You did everything you could, sir.’ Heckel breathed deeply. ‘You know, Darrow? That’s just what I’m afraid of.’ Heckel picked up his pack, patted Darrow on the arm, and hurried away towards the transports.
