But there was no getting around it. He would have to go out again and complete his assigned goals. The vast sprawl of Los Angeles awaited, and he'd soon be out there in the thick of it, searching.
Lately, since Montreal, he'd thought about questioning his superiors, but no, that just wasn't him. It wasn't his place to make the plans that balanced the world's fate. It was more than enough just to understand and meet his goals, and to enjoy what time was left.
Opening the fridge, he looked glumly at the bottle of beer he'd been saving. He'd found a local (surprise!) vendor and stocked up, but only the one remained.
Perhaps tomorrow there would be time to savour it.
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