"When were you planning on telling me?" Derek growled as he and John followed Martin down a bunker corridor.
John could only shrug. "I wasn't sure how to tell you. When you didn't recognize my name, I could only assume that you wouldn't believe me if I explained who I was."
"Was anything you told me the truth?"
"I never lied to you. I stumbled upon you and your F.O.B. by accident. One of my most valuable allies disappeared. I left looking for my friend, Cameron and I still am looking for her. I never lied to you, I just didn't tell you everything. Derek, you are a good soldier and we need you."
Derek didn't answer as he looked straight ahead. John could see an internal struggle playing out on his uncle's face. John hoped that his uncle would forgive him. He hope that Derek would understand why John hadn't disclosed everything. John sighed and returned his attention to Martin. The soldier was standing in front of a door and was unlocking it. As he pushed it open, a black man in a suit stood in the doorway with his hands inside his pockets. John felt a faint hint of hate as he looked at the former FBI agent. In some ways, John blamed this whole situation on James Ellison.
"Hello John. It is good to see you again. If you will step in here, we need to debrief Lieutenant Reese and then we need to talk with you. The Resistance needs you more than ever before. God has answered our prayers."
"Ellison, I didn't expect to see you here. What other surprises am I in for?"
"Come on in and see for yourself." Ellison stepped out of the way and moved his hand in a wide, welcoming gesture.
John looked over at Derek before he walked into the room. His uncle and Martin are right behind him. It was dark in the room. The lighting was very poor. There was a long table that used up most of the space. Sitting behind the table was a woman with brown hair—graying slightly despite her age—that was only long enough to reach her jawline. Her eyes were kind but her face was worn. The lines under her eyes told the story of someone who had lived a hard life.
"Have a seat." Ellison said as he sat down on the Woman's left. Martin took the seat on the right.
Both John and Derek sat in the seats across from them and waited. It wasn't long before the door opened again and another woman entered the room. She was grown and held herself different then the little girl that John had met back in 2009, but this was none other than Savannah Weever.
