Almost Too Late

The guards, recognising both the vehicle and the prestigious passenger, saluted them. Elias acknowledged the salute with a nod of his head, a gesture of camaraderie shared by those who understood the sacrifices of service. The jeep pulled forward, and Lemuel turned to Elias with a yawn, his weariness palpable. ‘Sir, to your dormitory? I could use a hot shower and eighteen hours of sleep.’ Elias’s gaze flickered to his watch before he shook his head. ‘No, drive me to… the medical personnel’s dorm building.’ Lemuel complied, steering the jeep toward the three-story concrete structure. Elias was about to bound up the stairs when a familiar figure emerged from the building. Wendy, her face lighting up with surprise and delight, hurried towards them. ‘Major General Westwood!’ Wendy’s voice held a mixture of respect and warmth. ‘You’re back, and Callie will be over the moon to see you.’ Elias managed a tired smile. ‘Thanks, Wendy. Can you get Callie for me?’ Wendy’s expression shifted to con