'Everything's going smoothly. Now comes the actual hard part.' Horses reared up to gentle brushing and feeding. Uniforms in brown camo, adorning the emblem of Cravolta and Galuvit—soldiers ran and tested equipment.
The office sat in the front while a short warehouse sat at the corner of the fenced off area—the morning Sun beaming down.
Firearms were being assembled and disassembled, canons, sandbags and artificial cover were being boarded into reinforced carts. Screams resonated across from the laps of running soldiers.
"Major Rashaad Schroeder?" Jotou called out.
The major turned, dark skin and brown eyes, the same camo attire as before. "Yes, that's me. You must be Ms Howllett and party?" his eyebrows raised.
"That's us," Hotaru took off her sunhat, bought earlier in the morning. Fumeko with her hair tied into twin-tails, cut shorter and Asobi in her usual magician's attire and hat made by illusions.
