Even The Best May Fall

Finding a Friend

After that, I had nothing better to do but follow them. I was technically on their side.
"Why are you following us?"
"I'm a Resistance member, too. And, my home is across the country."
"Right..."

I had followed them all of the way, about a two and a half mile walk. Apparently, they had not taken any car of sorts. We hoisted the 'operators' on our shoulders. I had decided to make small talk with the man to my left.
"Name's Noah Lincolin. Yours?"
"John. Johnathan Hanes."
"Have any family or close relatives?"
"I have a daughter, 4-years-old, named Veronica. My wife, Demeta, is 39. You?"
"Nope. I did have a girlfriend, also name Veronica, but she got..."
      "Oh, sorry man..."
      "It's alright. I can probably get her back with that odd lightning. By the way, what's your unit code?"
      "B'67'-2."
"B'13'-14"
      "Damn, Group 13 got completely wiped out. You're lucky to be alive, probably because of that lightning of yours."
      "I've heard Group 67 specializes in ambushes, as demonstrated. That aim was kind of..."
      "Yea, we purposely missed. We just made it seem like we were trying to fatally wound you guys. It makes it seem more like a life-or-death situation. It helps us take prisoners."
      "Is this your camp site?"
      "Yep. We have a guest tent over there you can stay in. I'll tell the proconsul."