Major Brady Hanson held out a hand to the man dressed in the PMF's gray uniform beside him.
Brady glanced at it, sweating despite the cool antechamber of their secret communications point.
Each trip up the side of the mountain grew harder as chaos erupted along the East Coast and drove refugees through Brady's area of operation.
Brady's arm of the militia, the Appalachia Branch, stretched from northern Georgia up through Virginia and was one of the largest in the PMF, the only thing good to come of the East-West Civil War.
Brady entered the code from his micro onto the keypad beside the metal door in front of him.