It was Jorah, who came last, who asked the question that was on all of their minds. His helmet kept his blonde hair pinned to the sweat of his forehead, but despite the steaming sweat – which nearly all the Stormfront men wore – the young Commander was barely out of breath. He asked his question with the utmost calm. "Do we have another target, Captain?" He said.
"We do," Oliver replied, not wasting a moment. "We will take the heads of those two Rogue Commandants, and then we will make our leave."
"Very well," Jorah responded.
"An interesting proposition," Verdant agreed.
"…That seems… possible," Yorick said, biting back whatever he had been about to say, in order to offer agreement with the rest.
"I welcome the opportunity," Blackthorn said, seeming positively delighted with the tiniest of smiles sitting on her lips.
"The usual formation," Oliver said.
"What about me?" FIryr said, only just arriving.
