As soon Duke finishes putting his glasses up, a whizzing sound of the wind reaches within his earshot, minor at first, but slowly clearer by the minute. And what he could see is the cause of the noise from the sky: behind, a firey tail with occasionally small debris --
Duke was sitting outside, just looking at the stars. He didn’t have a curfew to be back inside the base.. he had a few days off to rest.. and he had appointments to attend.. therapy more than anything.. it was mandatory for him by Flagg’s word, which he needed no two ways about-