The Rebellion had sent out a battalion of a thousand men, reflecting their high regard for the four targeted individuals. Despite having already communicated via walkie-talkie, the surviving armored car fleet was still stopped for a check by the commanding officer, a lieutenant colonel, to confirm the presence of the correct personnel before allowing them to move on.
"Officer, we should make haste. The Queen's clone is right behind us." The native captain, having survived thus far, jumped out of the carriage and shouted at the lieutenant colonally with urgency etched across his face.
His words immediately caused a hum of concern. After all, the Queen's clone, with its unmatched battle power, could almost wipe out their force of a thousand armed soldiers.
