Chapter 2: Teaming Up
I don’t know whether it was just shock, the effect of a concussion, or the drug, but some of my companion’s words—nuclear warhead, electromagnetic pulse, for example—just did not seem to register. What did register was what I could see—that there was no electric power, and that here and there portions of the tunnel had fallen in like the after-effects of an earthquake. My companion, in his uniform, seemed like a rescue worker—he had rescued me in fact. So I stuck to him like glue, convinced in a vague fashion that he knew what he was doing.
We began to walk, me behind him. He held the lantern to one side so that I got a shadowy view of his figure, which I have to say was a treat. He was built, and not just that. The way he moved, masculine to the n-th degree, muscle
