Incomplete: Destroy or be destroyed
Author’s note: The very beginnings of a Lie To Me* one-shot
Rain lashed heavily against the window as the nights temptress struck her chord. The wind howled, winding its destructive course through the streets of Washington DC. Cars lay on their backs; trees fallen across roads yet the streets remained deserted of human life, leaving an open path for the God’s revenge.
The lights flickered on and off in the office building of the Lightman Group with the temperament of the storm. Slumped in an armchair sat Cal Lightman, a mask of peace had settled over his sleeping face. His head lolled to the side, mouth agape, drool pooling down his chin.