He was more comfortable around laptops, cables, radios and tools. The man looked like a caffeinated raccoon digging through electrical systems. So I rushed inside briefly.
“How’s it going?” I asked.
Casey looked up and his expression suggested murder.
“Terrible.” He said.
“Helpful.” I commented.
“They fried half the system.” He said pointing toward the screens.
“I’m trying to restore communications.” He added.
Outside another explosion echoed and Casey winced.
“I hate everything.” He said.
“That’s fair.” I said.
I left before he could start throwing computer parts and the firefight continued for nearly forty minutes.
Forty exhausting minutes, forty dangerous minutes and yet something felt wrong.
The realization arrived slowly and then all at once the attackers weren’
