by Colin Harvey
Garcia met her at the entrance to the network of tunnels running beneath the radioactive remains of the Pentagon.
"Major Sparrow." Garcia offered his hand. "Thanks for coming all the way from Huntsville."
"Call me Emily." She hesitated, then shook. "Sorry I'm late, Colonel. Air travel's out of the question at the moment, and driving here was a nightmare. The aliens raided Roanoke, so we had to detour."
He smiled. "But you're here now... Emily."
Two guards escorted them through the labyrinth.
"I hope you're going to show me the way back," she said as they rounded another corner. "I'll never get out otherwise."
He smiled but said nothing, until five minutes later: "We're here." Returning their escort's salute, he led her to a window.
She shrank back.
"It's one-way glass," Garcia said. "He can't see you."
Emily stared through the glass for the longest forty-five seconds of Garcia's life. "I don't know," she said. "He looks exactly like my husband. But..."