Even though they wanted to send them off properly, Jack was already on a clock, and staying any longer was eating away at his very limited free time.
Watching Cory parking outside the hangar, Jack sighed tiredly.
'This is half the team that will put our name out in the world. Kids, most of them… How sad has the world become that we rely on such young people for our survival…' he thought, his anger simmering beneath a heavy burden of responsibility.
But, even if he wanted to join them and make this a more reasonable assortment of adults, he couldn't.
He had another role to play in this conflict—the role of flag bearer.
He would be their fortress, beacon of safety, and shield when they needed to rest.
That was his role.
Once the motorcycle's engine was shut off, Jack smiled at Cory, who was taking his helmet off.