I Spy, a Lie

Part Twenty

One Year Later, Azanaky, Rebel Base

            “Have we hard from Nat?” Dusty asked, while looking at the map below her.

            Deniece was cleaning her gun when she’d been asked the question. The Tall, dark skinned, brown haired girl looked more than a little annoyed. Not at her commander but because her comrades that should have been at the base by now weren’t there. “Yeah, she called yesterday. She said that the shipment we ordered would be here in a few days.”

            “Good.” Dusty said still keeping her eyes on the map, placing red pins where possible infiltration cites.

            Then three quite knocks, came on the door. Those were followed by two spaced knocks and three more quick ones. Dusty finally looked up. “Come in!” She called.

            A lanky boy pale boy with red hair and green yes walked in. Behind him was a Nami girl, maybe two inches shorter than him, with black hair and dark brown eyes.

            “It’s about time you two showed up!” Deniece shouted slamming her clipboard down onto the table.

            The boy flinched and gave and stiff bow. “I’m sorry!” His words were quick and rushed.

            The girl behind him bowed as well. “We got caught in a sandstorm!”

            Dusty nodded in acceptance. “That is understandable. Did anyone follow you?”

            The girl looked eyes serious and hard with confidence. “Absolutely not! If anyone had been following us they’d have gotten lost in the storm anyways, Sir!”

            “Good! Now we can get started.” She went back to her map, that covered the twenty four by twenty eight table. “I need to know how many men you have at your base, Lindsie.”

            “I have a little more than one hundred men left.” She answered joining Dusty at the table.

            “Okay.” She said biting her thumb while thinking. “What about you, Clyde?”

            The boy jumped a little. “Um, roughly about two fifty, Sir!” His natural shaken voice caused his words to come out a little jumbled.

            “All right. In that case I want you, Deniece, to send fifteen scouts here,” She pointed to a mountain range that helped divide Rolanz and Azanaky. “The area isn’t as heavily guarded as other areas, making it safer to pass through. I need your men to scout out a safe passage way for our troops to travel. After that I’ll have Lindsie send twenty of her men, and thirty of Clyde’s men. Clyde’s men will carry extra ammunition and other niceties being that their base is closer. When the groups meet up I’ll have them split up evenly. One group will take this path,” She pointed and ran her finger along a red traced line cutting through forests and two towns. Her finger stopped on Yalts. “You group will be the first fighting force attacking Central Command. The other group will take this path,” This time her finger followed a second path outlined by blue marker. The path was longer and went the opposite direction of the red path stopping half way down the line. “Once your group hits this spot I want one forth of the men to stay back and wait. The rest will continue on this path entering Yalts from the other side. When the group that stayed behind gets word that they are needed, or that the city is almost ours, I want them to go in and help.”

            Deniece smiled. “Those Rolanz jerks won’t know that hit them until it’s too late!”

            Dusty’s face was still hard. “Don’t get ahead of your self. Just because the government is a little disorganized by the death of their General it doesn’t mean that they can’t assemble their military in a heart beat! We have to be read for anything they throw at us.”

            Lindsie nodded in agreement.

            Another knock came on the door, causing the four people to look at it. “Who is it?” Dusty asked taking her gun out, getting the safety off.

            “Blake!” A male shouted from outside the door. “A letter from an unknown sender and location has come in!”

            This peeked Dusty’s interest. She went to the door and opened it. Who could have known where this base was other than her most trusted allies? She opened the door, thanked the man, and looked at the little envelope. She put the safety back on her gun, putting it in its holster, and took the switch blade out of her boot. She flipped the blade out and used it to cut the envelope open. She pulled the single paper out and opened it. The writing was extremely neat, but done by hand. She read it to her self, the smile that came after was genuine. “It’s from a K.B.”

            The other three looked at her a little confused. “Who is K.B?” Lindsie asked.

            A smile still played Dusty’s face. “An ally.” It was all she said leave questions running through the heads of the other three.