I picked up the hundred dollar bill that Preston had dropped earlier and let it drift down onto her stained silk dress. Use this for the cleaning bill because you already made it clear what you think my worth is, I said before turning away.
I walked through the line of soldiers who stood at attention and stepped out into the cool night air of Dallas. The silence of the night was the only thing I needed because it was the sound of a mission finally accomplished.
Real power is not loud or dramatic but rather it is the quiet strength of being prepared when everything else falls apart. I kept walking into the dark with a sense of freedom that did not need any validation from the people I left behind.
THE END.
