The last night of the operation was a Monday.
Not that the operation had ended on a specific day, the way operations didn't end on specific days, the way they ended gradually, through the accumulation of things being resolved and closed and completed until the weight of the unfinished was smaller than the weight of the finished and the balance had shifted and the thing was done.
But Monday was the day they left the tertiary position.
Tal took the hardware. Suri took the drives. Nia took her maps, the worn case with the edges that had accumulated their wear honestly, through use rather than through neglect. They moved out the way they had always moved out of positions that had served their purpose, efficiently and without ceremony, leaving the space as close to what it had been before they came as it was possible to leave a space that had held something important.
By afternoon the apartment was empty.
