Commando Team Commander Jonathan observed the Valley Bridge through his binoculars.
He had a pile of Gith behind him—a type of amaranth that looked like clumps of green wool balls, the main provider of greenery on the Balas Plateau.
Jonathan's assault team was all concealed among the Gith.
Except for a few tasked with sentry duty, others were resting and starting to chat sporadically.
"Damn, there goes my vacation. Just managed to wipe out that Desert Fox's supplies and hope of seizing Alexandria port, and now we're thrown into this godforsaken place."
"Yeah, even if they didn't give us a vacation, it would've been nice to spend some time in Rocca getting to know the local ladies; the women there are dark but beautiful."
Jonathan turned around and looked at the grumbling subordinates, "I promise you, after this mission we'll go home for a vacation."
