Early afternoon holds court above the park, the pale pinkish light shining down onto the winding trees and footpaths. Tucked away into one far corner of the complex is a secluded ring of benches, which afford a view of exotic jungle flowers and trees. Through the thick treeline, glimmers of a winding river are visible, the ambient noise of the park far-removed from any who would wander through the clearing. A footpath swings by in a loose, graceful curve, winding away toward a more open region of the gardens, though for a fair distance it is lined by trees. Brek Halsmer occupies one of the benches, his usual military posture giving way to a more relaxed demeanor. His hands are folded behind his head, folded feet extended before him. He scans the sky, occasionally lifting a hand to frame th