Tank POV
Uncle Simon shocked me when I entered the kitchen; he had removed at least thirty years from his face, his body, and his hair. He was full of energy, and his energy filled the room, without even trying; it was all natural, or years of cultivating. He might still be old, but he was no longer wearing a feeble disguise, and I prefer this more vibrant version of him. I found it hard to believe he was as slow and dried out as he claimed to be.
It feels like the quiet before a storm, or maybe in the eye of the storm, with chaos looming all around us.
Fixer, my sweet little lady, was the center of my world at the moment, with me circling around her, waiting for something to happen. She had blown my world apart in more ways than one. The information her family had been hiding, waiting
