He stood on the roof of a decaying structure in the Plaguelands section of Old Russia on Earth while his girlfriend, Liv, stood a short distance away, perched atop a nearby building. Over their shared comms, Lord Saladin grimly recalled the fall of the Iron Lords. Across the way, Liv waved to Mac. He smiled and waved back. In real life, they were hundreds of miles apart, and their hearts were breaking.
