Enemies continued to rain down on us, hoping to score a hit. Calling Chico earlier to escort our guests to the rooftop, but he didn't arrive after ten minutes. I wondered what could have happened below that it took him longer.
There were many things to worry about, and the quadcopter that was supposed to evacuate us took another delay. The delay took another ten minutes, and they said they were on their way. Ludwig shrugged his shoulders when I looked at him.
I should have heeded Alison's advice before going. The warzone is unforgiving, and militants do not discriminate against anyone with a gun. All they care about is the blood of their enemies. Since they were hostile towards us, they considered us as enemies. A bragging right, if I must say.
