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... )

Kyle shoved his hands into his pockets to keep them warm. The jacket, hat and gloves he was wearing were stolen. George saw to it that they were well equipped. Kyle had arranged their accommodation. They hadn't even had to fight anyone for it. It kept them protected from the wind during the night. The only thing they were missing now was a way back ( Read more... )

Kyle had listened to the radio broadcast as he usually did on his portable radio. It wasn't safe to move during the night, but as soon as the sun was up, he was prepared and ready to go ( Read more... )

Kyle offered the bag of peanuts to George. Cracking them out of the shell was half of the fun of eating them. "Tell me again why people like dances?" he asked. Even now, some normal things eluded him.

[OOC: Roof's open if you can get up there!]

The lesson with Jack went well, and the meeting after that was as uneventful as he'd hoped. A simple transaction later and they were able to return to the island. Kyle went his own way once they were back. Rather than going directly to where he kept his gear and supplies, he took the long way, going out near the firehouse and boardwalk before ( Read more... )

What Rose had said on radio about Kyle and George wasn't a slight against them in the least. It was that she'd taunted them at all and, well, they were bored and needed an outlet ( Read more... )