Now I know what empty is - I've had enough, I've had enough of this. Who: Cyber Warfare (ghost_net_) and US Military (pro_patria) What: The Twin Towers fell. For a while, so did everything else. Where: Pub. When: September 2001 Warnings: None.
He could do nothing but watch the screen, eyes wide, eyes hollow, eyes pained - attacked on home soil, lives flung out the window, the world as he knew it changing before his eyes, and there was nothing he could do about it.
This was his country. This was his home. This was his failure.
He disappeared from the base, uniform flung carelessly onto the bed, belongings left behind. He picked up the phone when he wanted to talk to someone - anyone - find out if they had the answers to the questions the entire country was asking. As soon as he took the phone in his hand, he flung it against the wall, and he watched it break, like the rest of the world around him.
He didn't really want to know. If they didn't tell him before, it meant that they either didn't have the answers either, or that they didn't want him involved.
He was okay with the latter.
Pages from the calendar on the wall were torn off day after day, but Ryan wasn't keeping track anymore. The only things that were familiar were his seat at this bar, the drink in his hand and the bartender who served it to him. The phone was dead, the questions were dead, he was dead.