Memories of You

Chapter Thirty-Three - Mommy Dearest

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Tobias' POV

           

I pore over the map in front of me, grateful to have finally been released from the hospital two weeks ago.  While I'm on light duty for the time being, I am not short of things to do.  I look over the several pages of intelligence we received from the resistance fighters.  Most of it appears to be old news, according to the intelligence I've been going over, but some of it may prove to be reliable. 

It seems that the Nazis are attempting to rally their troops due to the numerous losses they have suffered recently, but we haven't been sure as to where and when.  I look over the map, marking where the intelligence agents received their information, trying to find a connection between all the marks I've made on the map and the information that is swirling around in my head.  If the intelligence proves correct, it appears that northeast France may be where we need to concentrate our forces since most of the reports seem to be coming from that area.

I lean back in my chair, rubbing my tired eyes in the dim light, and my mind wanders back to Tris.  I don't know exactly where she is since the address changes for each rendezvous, but if I had to guess, I'd say she's probably in a small village in the French countryside, close to Germany.  Amar has stated that he isn't even sure of her exact location, but he also said that he wouldn't disclose it to me even if he did know, just in case I had any wild ideas about going after her. 

I still haven't heard from her, but I honestly don't expect to; mail takes so long to reach us.  Will, Zeke, and Uriah have said they are just now starting to receive letters from home, the news being minimal at best, and that the latest ones they got are well over eight weeks old.  So, I can only imagine how long it's going to take for my letter to get to Tris and then for her letter to get back to me.  Assuming she even accepts my apology at all.  I sent her another letter for the next pickup, but I kept it short, unsure what her answer would be to my last letter.

"Good evening, Four," Amar says.

I look up and see Amar and George striding toward me, holding hands.  I feel a slight pain in my chest, wishing I could be with Tris, even in this war zone.  I just want to be close to her.  I don't even need to hear her voice; I just want to be close enough to touch her, to know she is ok.

Amar and George face their own relationship issues.  In public, they can't show any affection toward one another for fear of being thrown out of the military, then cast aside by their peers when they get home.  They aren't comfortable showing their true selves in most settings, but they know they can trust me.  I would never cast them aside or turn them in just because of how they feel about one another.

I nod my head toward them. "Amar, George.  Heard anything from the powers that be?" 

Amar and George sit down in front of me and look over the map on the table.  Amar points to a small area on the border of France and Germany, close to Verdun.  "According to our latest intel, several snipers have been spotted in this area and have been giving the troops trying to get through there absolute hell, but we hope to be able to circle around and cut the bastards off.  The French Resistance in the area have been trying to guide us to some hardly-used trails to get around, but it is still proving to be difficult."