"Lassie, sit down! Shut your mouth, we don't need your opinion right now," Aguilar scolded his son with a dark face.
The kid still wanted to speak, but his mother yanked him down, covering his mouth.
"Stopped... it's not shaking anymore."
Aguilar glanced at his watch; the Northern Army had been bombing for nearly two hours. He gave a meaningful look to one of his henchmen, who hesitated before obediently climbing up, looking around, and then lying down by the opening, "Boss, the planes are gone."
Trembling, he climbed up the ladder with a blank expression on his face...
Where's my house?
All gone to hell?!
"The planes are back! The planes are coming again!" Before Aguilar could even speak, a heart-wrenching cry came from afar, followed at last by the belated siren. Panic-stricken, he looked up to see planes diving from the clouds.
