For creative_muses December Prompt 2

Bastion

I walked the streets of Los Angeles, trying to clear my head. I'd recovered enough from the knife in the stomach, and I needed some time away from my family to process what had happened. I loved them, but being ill there was never a good idea if you wanted time to yourself.

My suspicions were confirmed. There was a traitor in the Council. And no one who could stop them knew who it was. Which meant they could strike at any time, without warning. And given what we'd been through in the Deeps, with devastating force. Those were no normal ghouls.

Crap.

Oh yeah, annoyingly, Harry's name for them was better than mine.

My mind whirled with possibilities. If a) was the traitor, then they could react this way. Set us up, continue striking as they had. But if b) was then we would be in danger again, because we had no warning.

I had my suspicions, but I didn't want to say anything higher up. If I was wrong it would give the real traitor a chance. If I was right... well I didn't want to contemplate it. The cost could be deadly.

We had to hold strong. Be watchful. Wait. See what was going to happen and be ready, ready to hold out against any strike, and be ready to strike first if we could.

As far as I knew, Harry and I were the only Wardens who knew, though it wouldn't surprise me if Morgan did (and no, I don't think it's him). I remembered something my history teacher had once said about fortresses, how they used bastions to watch, prepare for an attack, how they had full view all around. Harry and I had to be like that, even if it meant we were targets. Because if we failed, the fortress that was the White Council would fall.

Carlos Ramirez
Dresden Files
Word Count: 308

Mun note - I have no idea where this came from, or even if it fits, still, it seems to work!