A crumpled note, caked in blood, taken from a dead mans hand.
"John,
I know all this is hard on you, and it is hard to understand. I know this because, I AM you and you are me.
It makes no sense, and in the timeline of things much is lost. But know this, the men you surround yourself with in this
battle determine the fate on not Altis alone, but the world. The Machines will not stop, until you ARE dead. You need
to find a way, and if I tell it to you, then they know it as well.
You need to trust, and fight, and...hope.
There is not future except the one we make for ourselves. I am sending you back one of my best men. Do not ask
him too much about the Future. Some things are better left alone.
- John Connor, Altis, 2095"
Did you hold them....or did they roll over you like wheat scattered in the wind.
Find out. Tonight.....