Kobin woke to the sound of the air locked door opening. It was quiet and the plane had been grounded. It was too quiet.
The next sound he heard was of her shoes. He knew Grim's walk well, fast, powerful and those heels. They were far from stilettos, but they weren't exactly field agent footwear either.
'Get out of my way' was a great way to describe the way she walked.
But today was different. It was a slow unsure walk, as she made her way to his cell.
He stood up and put a hand through his hair, looked up and realised quite quickly something was not quite right.
"Grim?"
She looked passed him for a moment, before finally locking eyes with him.
"They're all dead. Mirawa. They're all gone."
"What?" He couldn't believe it.
"It was a trap Kobin. They knew we were coming, it was a set up."
"Fuck." The weight hit him hard. "That information was good Grim!" He turned away, his hands to his head.
"I know." She grabbed hold of the bars.
"What about Sam?" He felt a weight of guilt, and when he turned around to face her, she seemed to notice.
"He survived. He was the only one."
He nodded. He couldn't say anything. He looked away again.
"It's not your fault." Grim's voice was steady. She let go of the bars and walked back to the door.
"Get me something Kobin, please. You're right, it's bigger than us."