In progress

The wind blew with a steep chill that cut straight through the kevlar and utilities. Jason looked down at the cigarette clenched in between is sunburnt fingers. From here he could see the whole city, if It could be called it that. In American terms it was only the size of a farming town in Kansas and with only two street lamps, the city was essentially non existent, floating somewhere in the fluid void of blackness before him.
In most FOBs smoking a cigarette atop a roof during black out hours is a big no no. Here, however, there hadn't been a mortar attack in months. Long before Jason stepped booted foot on this god forsaken dirt patch. He took one long last drag and put the cig out looking out on the now shimmering horizon.
Knowing the moment was soon he focused his mind and reached out for Alex, the soft presence floating in a universe of hardness, and he felt her focusing too. So far away so strained.
The connection came over him like an orgasm suddenly awash in two worlds, one of a sun rising above the Himilayan Mountains in a spectacle of fire and glory and one of the sun dropping below ungodly mostrosities of the New York skyline. He smelled cigarette smoke on her end as well and smiled inwardly at the fact he was not alone in his resurgence of bad habits.
Then he heard her. Felt her. Her every thought and vision and working spiral of mind. she was so much smarter than he, he forgot just how dumb he was when he did not have her mind to probe with every problem and puzzle. The warmth of the rising sun and her ecstasy at finding him again wash over his landscape.