|Alex Krycek comes out of the alley with a
newspaper in his hand. The headline reads, "U.N. Embassy
Bombed in Baghdad." He glances at the paper and then throws
it on the ground, content to watch it drift away in the light
Terrorism is the least of the world's troubles in the years
ahead and he's come back for the ride, two arms where there once
was one, dressed in black. He looks up at the summer sky,
overcast and gray, feels hot air against his skin, his pores
opening up, the film of sweat starting to form on his forehead.
He's alive again and it feels grand.