I watched Fisher recover slowly. He was beaten and not given anything to feed or drink for a few days. I rested with Kyle, using our downtime to drink water and talk about whatever.
"Ever got a name for your kid?" I ask while we sit around a campfire.
"I was thinking something like Grant. Or Kim if it's a girl."
"What about Dopeman?"
He laughed. "I don't think so, but good try."
I laugh back. "You ever thought about being a father. It must be crazy to think about that! A little you."
"In the middle of a war? Not exactly a good environment to have one. She hasn't heard from me in months, almost a year. I feel so bad for having her miss me for so long."
"Maybe when we get back, you can ask to take a leave. You went toe to toe with Desert Demons and the NRF. That deserves some downtime."
"If we get back."
I pat his back. "Don't talk like that."
The next day, I walk into the medical tent to see Fisher in bed, weakly recovering. "It's Dopeman..." He coughs. "I missed you. I thought I lost two friends."
I walked up to him, holding his hand.
He squeezed it, humming. "You got bigger. Hotter too."
I laugh a bit. "Thanks, man. I'm glad you're ok. I'm going to find Sera. Somewhere..." I don't even know where she even is.
He nodded. "So, where have you been this entire time?"
"Prison. I got captured, like you. What were you questioned about?"
"Hm. No wonder why you look tougher. I was just questioned about the location of our HQ. Naturally, I told them to piss off." I
I nod. "Good stuff, my boy. I'll let you recover, I gotta see what Tann has in store next."
"You do that. Good luck kiss?" He joked.
I playfully roll my eyes and blew him a kiss as I walked out.
I found Tann loading up a rifle. "Dopeman."
"Oh, how I missed you saying that. Give me the rundown. What's the plan?"
"Ah. I do always say that." He smirked. "Well, today we're gonna raid a park. Roach Mountain National Park. Home to Desert Demons and a piece of tech we need to boost the signal. all we need to do is to charge in, secure the item, and leave."
I nod, loading up my Demon Killers. "Sounds like fun. I'm in."
This was a two-man op, so we just hiked over to the park. We made it over there in about two hours. I look at the ruined gates, littered with tribal signs and drawings. "They can draw now?" I commented.
"They're getting smarter."
"Doesn't matter. They can still die all the same."