Slamming his hand against the table, Ward gave his all at straining his own feelings, he needed to depict how urgent was the situation.
"We won't hold for long! There's four of us in here and if we can't get a supply for this, the situation will backfire, this is no supposition, we're doomed!"
In front of him, the colonels Silva and Elven. They had already pondered on Oswald's plan, but they knew it was fragile, it had plenty of flaws. First because it included underestimating other higher-ups.
The first time traces of rebellious behaviour corrupted the French camp, the many soldiers easily spread the word and the sympathetic ear of the superior nun caught the information, she acted accordingly.
However now, their corridor of action was too narrow to risk blowing up their cover so soon.
Glen shook his head, he hardly accepted the nature of the cannibals, any time he was close to Oswald, his hair stood up in his neck, and now, the situation was much worse.
