i know that
if i die, my
only choice is
still defending
★
you shall go west,
and face the one who has turned,
you shall find what was stolen,
and see it safely returned,
you shall be betrayed by
one who calls you a friend,
and you shall fail to...
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They arrived at the meeting room, taking their seats alongside the others. Vivian, standing at the front of the room, prepared to start the discussion.
Vivian resumed her stance at the front of the room, facing the group. "Now, let's get back on track. We have some important matters to discuss."
She straightened her stance, assuming a serious expression.
"As you all know, our scouts have reported increased activity from the rebels. They've been more active lately, and we think they might be up to something big."
The room tensed up at the mention of increased rebel activity. Thomas, sitting up straighter in his seat, spoke up first.
"Any idea what they're planning? Bigger attacks? More people?"
Vivian nodded, her expression turning grave. "That's the problem. We don't know. They've been unusually secretive. Our scouts have been unable to gather much information. All we know is that they've been moving personnel and supplies to their base in the mountains."
Thèrèse spoke up, her brows furrowed. "More troops. More supplies. Sounds like they're preparing for something big, alright."
Thomas ran a hand through his hair, contemplating the information. "Yeah, that's not good. If they're ramping up activities, they're planning something serious."
Nancy, sitting nearby, chimed in, her voice steady. "Any idea what their target might be?"
Vincent, standing to the side with his arms folded, spoke up in his authoritative tone.
"We've been studying their patterns and gathering all the intel we can," he began. "But they've been careful to cover their tracks. It's clear they don't want us to know what they're up to."
He paused for a moment, scanning the faces in the room. "As for their target, we haven't identified anything specific yet. They've been keeping it under tight wraps."
Frypan, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, chimed in. "So what do we do now? Sit back and wait for them to make their move?"
Thèrèse interjected, sharing a piece of information she had gathered. "Actually, I've come across some rumors circulating among the locals. There's talk about a secret facility in the city where the rebels have been stockpiling their supplies. It might be connected to their upcoming plans."
Thomas perked up at Thèrèse's revelation. "A secret facility? That sounds promising."
He looked around at the others, seeking their reactions. "If we can find this facility, there's a chance we might uncover more information about what they're planning."
Harriet nodded in agreement. "Makes sense. A hidden facility like that could give us the intel we need."
Gally voiced his doubts. "But how do we find it? It's not like they're going to put up a flashing sign saying 'Secret rebel base here!"
