Maybe

As I sat on the train to Atlanta, my mind was full of doubt. Not too long ago, this very train had taken him out of my life. Would I ever be able to find him again? What was I going to do in Atlanta? I wouldn't make a good recruit, but I didn't have any skills that would put me in a specialized unit. Maybe I'd get lucky and find a nurse or secretary position, but then again I hated the idea of slipping into such a gender normative role just to see my man.

In the last two years, Atlanta had become a complete space and military base with no civilian population. The city was divided into sectors for different government intelligence organizations, weapons manufacturing and armed forces.

In Dayne's letter, he had said he was at a training camp outside of Atlanta, but he didn't say which one. There was Robins Training Base just North of Atlanta, and Dobbins Training Base two hours South. When I called, the operator couldn't tell me if there was a Dayne Chapman at either.

But in Atlanta, maybe I'd get lucky.