She was right, he had things he needed to do, but they hadn't been expecting him until much later, so he still had time to show her around. So he said, "Nonsense, I'll take you down and show you around, okay? Francis will be waiting anyway, James has probably already told him I got myself shot." Tom was vaguely annoyed by this in a manly sort of way, but his arm really was killing him, and his knee, with all the walking he'd done, wasn't fairing much better.
So he took her down the elevator and through various gates and what-have-yous until they were underground in an abandoned station, and men of various uniforms were milling all around him. The first person that came into contact with them was Sonya.
"Bowie!" It was her own personal nickname, via the song his name and title seemed to have brought countless inspiration from. To Tom, it'd gone from being irritating, to almost affectionate. Sonya was your typical woman of the marines, tough as nails and wild like the wind, underneath a cool, professional exterior that had clinically executed the deaths of many Russians over the last few years. He sometimes suspected the only reason she hadn't stolen his position yet was because she was just slightly too reckless for the responsibility of carrying the weight other's lives on her shoulders.
Tom nodded to her as way of greeting, and she spotted Brook and her rather large belly. She raised an eyebrow. "You never said anything about bringing her back here."
"They followed me out of the city. I was shot, in case you hadn't noticed." Tom gestured at the blood. "The bleeding's stopped a while ago, so I'm going to check on Lindsey first. Do me a favor... could you take Brook to see Francis, and show her around? If Brook doesn't mind, of course," and he glanced meaningfully at the pregnant girl. "And no, Sonya, before you ask, the baby is not mine, so stop thinking it."
Sonya tried to look innocent, but it failed miserably. She firmed into a professional stance, and saluted. "Aye, then, Major. James said he told you about the church? Our backup isn't going to arrive for another week, and we really need to... secure... the package."
She meant, of course, the person they held in captive. Tom sighed, and nodded.
"Right, then," he said wearily. "Like I said, I'm going to see Lindsey. Sorry, Brook, I'll see you later. Sonya will show you were the computer is, you'll be able to log on the internet if you like. I gotta go." Before Brook could respond, Tom was gone, and Sonya was left checking the girl over.
Sonya stuck out her hand, and attempted to be friendly. "Hey. You're Brook? I'm Sonya. You look far along, sweetie. How many months are you? I think Francis might have access to an ultrasound--one of the citizens we picked out of the rubble was pregnant, but she passed away, sadly..." Sonya cleared her throat. "You known Tom long?"