In outpost aetius, Fade was lying on a worn out couch trying to drown out the sounds of the arguing rebel members currently vying for leadership at the table in the centre of the briefing room. 
Fade eyed around the room at the rebels and there were a lot more younger members than he'd remembered, even some quite a bit greener than him. They'd lost a few of the veterans when "X" had left which created a rift that may tear them apart right here and now. He was tempted to go to the rendezvous point that the remaining vets had agreed upon. Fade shook his head to himself, "far too much effort." And tried to go back to sleep.