2012 08 30

Thu August 30 2072 It's a hot hang dog day at the The Rag Doll and the body heat from the rowdy crowd watching the game doesn't help. Caleb, what he's going by these days, polishes off another soybeer and feels the energy in the room coalesce. He flashbacks to Stockton, to Vallejo. The blood, the gore, the battles. And for what? Caleb shakes himself out and checks his phone. "Good", he says quietly to himself, "There's movement in the air." He looks at his tattoos, a wave of his hand, an incantation to the Norseman, and they're gone. A chilly wind sweeps his spine and his lips curl in a smile.