"So, what you are telling me," Derek said slowly and softly in a way that caused the soldiers around him to shrink back. "is that we still have no real idea where our line is at?"

Corporal James Hatch shook his head. "Me and Sue spent the better part of last night trying to connect up with Sergeant Burns and his platoon. We found their old bunker…here. Looks like it was cleared out a month ago."

"Damn." Derek looked down at the map before drawing an X through both sections three and eight. "That's it. We have no support on our flanks. There is no line here. There is no damn line anywhere. Medal has pushed our people back. We are the last of the Resistance in this area."

Kyle placed a hand on his brother's shoulder and landed in to see the map better. "Last communication we had with Command was over two months ago. At that time, this was were Command had set up shop. If I were a betting man, I would say Medal has cleared out that area otherwise we would have made some form of contact by now."

John and Alison were both sitting in the corner listening as Corporal Hatch and Private Larsen reported on their scouting trips into the sectors. After two long and anxious filled days, the patrols had returned with no luck in finding the rest of their regiment.

"Why not use the radio to call Command?" John finally asked.

Derek stepped away from the desks and looked at John. He raised his eyebrows and his mouth opened just a little bit. It radiated with irritation. "Our radio was fried about two months ago. That was right before the Medal marched through this neighborhood. They wiped out most of my platoon. Our company was spread so thin that the T-600s walked right over us. Captain Hill was killed in the action. That left me in charge. Two days after the battle, we lost all communication with the rest of the 132nd. We haven't been able to get it to work since. Unless you have some ideas that will help us out, don't waste my time, Connor!"

"He didn't know." Kyle muttered as he looked over the map, not even looking up. "We are all under stress and we don't need you freaking out."

John watched as his uncle shook his head in frustration and turned back to his brother. The two of them pointed to the map and muttered under their breath for a time. Their hushed whispers were too quiet for John to hear but he could see that it was getting heated.

"Wow." Alison whispered close to John's ear. "I thought the LT was going to eat you." John turned to see her smile and wink at him. "You will have to excuse him, John. He is under a lot of stress right now. We all are. Hope is in short supply around here."

"I can see that."

"Look, Derek," Kyle said loudly enough that everyone could hear. Derek had thrown his hands in the air and was walking towards the sleeping quarters. "This is your call, but we need to know what has happened to Command. We are blind here."

Kyle began following his brother. There was a defeated air to the way they were walking. They moved with exhaustion in their walk and hopelessness in their stature. John watched sadly as they left the room. He couldn't help but feel sadness. They were his family. His father and his uncle.

"Bad news." Alison said, drawing John's attention away from his family. "I've got guard duty tonight. You are in my charge so you get to help."

"Terrific."

John found that the night was moving slow. The TechCon soldiers had all gone off to bed one after another. Alison had tried to talk with him for a while but after several failed attempts to hold a conversation for more than a few minutes, she had taken to humming softly to herself until she finally fell asleep. John found it funny that for the last little bit of his life he had spent time with terminator that looked just like Alison. John had grown use to the idea that Cameron never slept, never ate, never really had full conversations. It was strange to see someone who looked just like her but engaged in all those activities.

After a few hours of looking at the maps and official reports that Derek had left on the tables. Once bored of the reports, John's attention found its way to the radio. John walked over to it and flipped the switch that should have turned it on. Nothing happened. Pulling the radio away from the wall, John began digging through the guts of the device. If it could be fixed, John would find a way.