"Kyle, and yeah, I mentioned him before." Derek shook his head. "Fuck if you don't look exactly like him when you smirk like that. If it weren't impossible, I'd say you're his twin. It's why I was thinking of possible cousins, although the eyes are the same color as mine. Kyle has very blue eyes." He supposed that it didn't matter if they weren't related. "No, of course not. I wasn't even nine yet when it happened, and I knew to protect Kyle. We got lucky. I found this old man," he chuckled. "He must have been in his thirties, but to me, he looked old. He died of radiation exposure a few years later, but he helped me figure things out and how to deal with a toddler. When he passed away, Kyle was already six. He didn't know how to read, but he knew how to shoot. I'm not sure what we're leaving, but everyone will know how to shoot, that's for sure."
And that summed up their lives. "As I said, we have some more permanent bases, but we use them for the children and those who can't fight, and the masterminds who tell us what to do and don't get their hands dirty." He nodded. "Or that, but there's still a need for chips, plastic, metal. The supply chain isn't great at the moment."
That was something that he'd have to pass it along. "I'll send the information out and see what we get. We're bound to get hits now that we know what to look for. It might take a few days, but we'll see if we can bring down whoever it is. Fucking collaborators need to be shot on sight."