As he stood there staring into the Eisenhower Museum’s entrance, Sam was reminded of one of the first rules of heroics. Never idle by the threshold of a haunted zone. It’s always better to jump in quickly.
His original mentor had once clued him on why this rule was a must-follow. “In that brief moment when you’re still outside feeling the fresh air on your back while knowing only a cold darkness lies before you…that’s when fear builds in your chest, your courage drains away, and then godsdammit—you’ve lost your will to fight before the raid even begins, Healing Lad.”
For Sam, it had been a while, but he could still recall the spine-tingling sensation of that moment right before he plunged into Goodwill Asylum solo. Despite knowing how well that mission turned out, it was still impossible for him to fully shake off the feeling of dread that came with staring into the unknown.
“Here we go again,” he whispered.