Esmond walked quickly to Marcus's office. Throwing the door open the commander looked at him confused and annoyed by the suddenness of the situation. "It's time." The two words were all Marcus needed for him to throw himself off his chair and follow behind the old man forgetting his previous annoyance.
"How many?" Marcus asked as the two walked with pace. He flicked his hands at a couple of soldiers he walked past, them forming a group behind him as they marched out.
"A lot, my men couldn't get an accurate count. But it seems she is finally making her move." Despite the threat of an armed insurgency, there was no panic in his voice talking about it.
"When did this come in?"
