TenDrunkMonks

He was a sad figure, standing in the moonlight. His dark hood covered his face and the cloak billowed out in the strong wind. He gazed at the ancient console before him and, with a certainty that belayed his mood, pushed the button. There was a metallic clink and the device started ticking. The first person to notice was an orienteer. He was peering at his compass, bewildered and mesmerised by the tiny needle that swung back and forth like a pendulum. After a few seconds deliberation he decided to go ask for a new one. This one was obviously broken. The next person to notice was a special operations soldier who was running at an easy lope t