Tomas was dispatched to the north this morning to pinpoint the whereabouts of the army of the world government – especially those units operating in the vicinity of Babylon.
The Supreme Commander wants to knock out the artillery that has been compounding his problems. And perchance head off any further instances of the purple fog.
Consequently, Elijah and I have been restricted to our building. All for our safety of course, but I have more a sense that it insures the return of Tomas.
Strange, for I thought that the Supreme Commander was more confident in the loyalty of Tomas than of ours.
Perhaps it makes little difference for at base we are all hostages.
And we look for our deliverance.