Unfinished Business

Previously

…He could hear Miller’s voice, a steady stream of commands, but the words seemed to wash over him, distant and meaningless. He was no longer Taji Dante Glenn, the man with a thousand faces and a single, insatiable hunger. He was something else. Something broken. Something… consumed. He closed his eyes, the crimson horizon searing itself onto the backs of his eyelids. The sirens wailed, a final, mournful lament. Then, the sound of a struggle. A choked cry. A thud. And silence, broken only by the relentless, indifferent roar of the approaching dawn. The city held its breath, waiting to see what the new day would reveal.