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16: New Threat

16: New Threat

Angelo looked at himself in the mirror, straightening the new and freshly delivered Italian army uniform. It was a bit loose on him.

"Does it look good?" he couldn't help but ask, and Carlo, not far from him, looked at him before casually nodding.

"You need more muscles, but it definitely fits."

The partisan resistance had changed. They had once been just a group of armed civilians fighting on their own to reclaim their home. Now? Now they were hailed as the heroes of Italy.

Because of this, the government had been in long talks with the resistance leaders. Likewise, the allied countries had gotten involved. Angelo didn't know nor was he interested in what they talked about. All he knew was that after several days, the partisan resistance had become a new division of the Italian army with affiliations to other allied countries.

Before he knew it, he had a new uniform in his hands, frontline weapons, and the direct support of the entire Italian people.

It was... disconcerting. Honestly, he preferred simple things. He hoped to return to the frontline soon. Others might think they had won, but Angelo knew that wasn't the case. Captain John said it all the time, this war was just beginning.

He didn't know why the man thought that, but he definitely believed his words. Angelo knew that now that Italy was free from German influence, things had only intensified on the Austrian front. And although he had never been a warmonger, he knew there would be no peace until this war was won, until Germany fell.

"When do you think he'll be back?" At his question, Carlo stopped what he was doing and thought about it before responding.

"There have been reports. They say several German bases in Austria have been destroyed. The last time I heard, two of them were extremely close to Salzburg. With that in mind, I think he'll be back soon, unless he decides he wants to liberate France on his own."

He tried to make a light joke with the last part, but neither of them laughed, because they knew that if the captain really wanted to, he would certainly do it.

"Well, if he decides to do that, we'll have to get transportation. God knows if we go on foot, we'll only get there to sweep up once it's all over."

This time Carlo laughed a little, and Angelo smiled.

He was about to say something else, but a commotion began to be heard. Angelo stopped looking at himself in the mirror and, along with Carlo, approached the door of the military tent they were living in.

The reconstruction of the base in Taufers was going well, but it would still take at least a few more months to be what it once was.

So for now, most soldiers lived in military tents, making the noise easy to hear, especially when it was a major commotion.

Soon, more soldiers and base personnel began to walk towards one of the entrances, observing a large group of people approaching from the distance.

Carlo almost reached for his weapon. Why hadn't anyone sounded the alert yet? What happened to the scouts? The guards? The sentries?

Before he could run for his weapon, Angelo stopped him and pointed ahead.

"Look!" His excited voice snapped Carlo out of his alert state. He looked and had to squint hard, but he could see it—a familiar, imposing figure walking at the front. His suit was much more damaged than before, but it was hard not to recognize him.

"It's the Captain!" he couldn't help but shout, and fortunately, he wasn't the only one who did.

Excitement soon began to envelop the entire camp. It was normal; Captain America was now more than just a soldier; he was a living legend.