As usual, Andre patrolled the streets. Behind him, all the men held their heads up high, looking around, with a satisfied look on their faces. Andre was composed, and there was no sign of joy on his hardened face—as if nothing had happened.
Pedestrians along the road looked at Andre with more fear than ever before. The streets of Fort Mendelssohn were more barren and deserted than it used to be, many stores were closed.
In the past few days, the news about that day spread like wildfire.
Andre's betrayal ended the battle with a single blow. Many people scolded him for being ungrateful, but more people thanked him. So far, there had been no massacre that people were most worried about.
None sympathized with Sir Elmo's death. He almost brought the entire city down to hell with him because of his stupidity.
