Connor woke with a jolt, his AR system had activated, as he sat up his sleeping bag and listened to the handler, he looked around the abandoned building he had set up camp in. It had clearly been deserted long before the blackout. It was dirty and cold but it kept Connor out of the elements. As the message ended, he began packing up his gear. He rolled up his sleeping bag, and put away the electronics he was working on. Once everything was packed up he slung the bag on his back and stood up. He dropped the magazine out of his pistol, checked it, not that he had used it, then slid the mag back in, cocked it, made sure the safety was on and put it in the holster in the back of his pants. Connor looked around the empty building once more and walked towards the door.

“Holy hell!” he yelled as he stepped out into the cold, he wasn’t expecting the burst of icy air that hit him. He pulled the hood of his jacket over his head, tightened the straps of his backpack, put his hands in his pockets and started following the line his AR displayed for him. 

As he entered the church he began to scan the room. He didn’t like it. While it was probably a nice place to pray, he didn’t feel comfortable with it as a meeting spot for covert operatives. There were too many dark corners, and with only one major entrance and exit it wouldn’t be easy to get out of here if things went bad. He sat down in an empty row near the alter. When the service was over he stayed seated, he watched as most people left but some stayed, as the crowd cleared out he could see 4 or 5 other people near the alter, were these his teammates?