Three days.
Three days of freedom....lying in a hospital bed on the Jasper, but three days of freedom. He sighed, relaxing into the harsh staleness of the pillow he rested on. It wasn't as comfortable as the one in Kislev, but it wasn't as if it mattered.
"Nurse?"
"Yes, Major Thancrus?" the current nurse on-call replied, walking over to the side of his bed.
"Get me Alisa and Lukev. I need to speak with them both."
Asher held up the thick sheaf of paper by his bed, looking it over. His retirement papers. He'd worked on them for weeks before he'd been captured. "And Nurse?"
"Yes?"
"Would you please throw these out?"
The nurse took the sheaf from him, and smiled a bit.
"I'd be happy to, Major."
Asher smiled as she walked off. They still didn't know where he had been...it was only a matter of time though. He knew Yasha would kill Luka if the news got out that kislev had captured them. He had to prepare. Even the calm is still part of the storm, after all. He just hoped he could avert the storm quickly enough.