Kyle had blood smeared across the side of his face from forehead to chin. The bleeding had stopped now, but the rest hadn't dried. As long as it was out of his eye, he didn't care ( Read more... )

Kyle's backpack was heavy and the change in air burned his lungs. The portal had been moved closer to HQ, saving a long, dangerous trek from the old Tech-Com base to the new underground facility ( Read more... )

From up here, you could see the older part of town without a problem. The park was in sight and there wasn't the glow of the portal that Kyle knew would come. They had some time yet. This would be the last time he'd see John here. In a few months, Kyle knew he was going home for good. There wouldn't be a chance for next year. Maybe, if he was from ( Read more... )

( December was colder than it used to be. )

( People would die for John Connor. It was the leadership the Resistance needed. )

Marcus was in town. Only that wasn't Marcus. Not-Marcus hadn't recognized him and had tried to grab him. He'd only managed to get his coat ( Read more... )

( Going home and coming back )