<del><strong>The Castille - Day 1 : 21:42 </strong></del><br/><br/><strong>Bridge</strong><br/><br/>Shaan stepped up onto the bridge, crossed the room with a fast pace and slumped back into his chair, mumbling angry words, then he glanced back over his shoulder at the screens, not sure if he had seen what he thought he had. “Sarah, is that Azrael and Salonike fucking about in the lounge?” he asked, pretty surprised at the sight.