Scars That Might Never Heal

**DIRECTOR SINGH**

"Sir, with all due respect, we are running out of time. If we don't act fast, we won't be left with much of an option."

One of the men explained and it hurt to say that he was right. If I don't act quickly, I will lose all my cards at once.

The Russian mob will disappear for another decade or more, a Father will lose his only daughter, this agency will lose one of its best

agents and a civilian who just came back from the dead will die again. Only this time it'll be real, there's no coming back

"Sir."

He pressured. I rubbed my temples considering every angle struggling to figure out the best solution.

"Alright. I need this place to be silent. Everyone needs to shut the hell up so I can think straight."

I raised a hand motioning to all of them.

Slowly the bickering and noise died down spreading through the command center.

Finally, peace.

"We have a team of ten down there?"

I asked no one in particular, they each took turns to nod their heads in response.

"I want them