The radio communications from the front line crushed their hopes within seconds.
[Incoming Giant charge. All hands to the lines, prepare to repel.] They were ordering.
That meant that not only had they made it past the artillery, they had made it past the first line of defenders, and the camp itself was on defence.
[Estimated arrival ten minutes.] The voice announced.
Karl looked at the passengers on his bus.
"Morgana, can you look after things here with the others? I need to go see a guy about a thing." He asked, casually, knowing only those in the front few rows would have heard the radio broadcast if they were awake.
"Seriously?" Morgana asked.
"I can make it there in ten minutes. The bus cannot." Karl replied.
"Do you think that one Commander will be the difference?" Morgana asked.
"For someone it will."
