Ally the Enemy

The New Mission Ahead

British and French Base

21:17:31 hours

In the infirmary ward, Tristan stood leaning against a pole with his arms crossed, looking at Oliver laid in a cot, eyes closed. Curtis knelt on the ground beside the bed, holding Ollie's hand. 

He closed his eyes, hanging his head. "C'mon, Ollie. You can't leave me yet. Not yet, buddy. It's not your time..." He whispered, and Tristan clenched his jaw, closing his eyes. Then a hand on his shoulder made him open his eyes to see Milo staring at him, eyes soft and understanding. 

"Tristan, the generals want to talk to us." He said, and Tristan let out a breath, turning to him. 

"Well, we wouldn't want to keep them waiting." He remarked. They both walked out of the infirmary tent, through the open area, and over to the official's tent. Lifting the flap, they walked inside. 

Both Generals, Lefeuvre and Reynolds, looked up then turn to face them. Reynolds crossed his arms, raising his eyebrow. 

"So. I sent out five of you boys, and only three of you return, one in critical condition. What happened, and where are my other two men?" He asked, and Lefeuvre met Tristan's gaze. 

"Brochard, you are free to speak to the general." he permissed, and Tristan nodded. He put his hands behind his back, glanced over at Milo, then took a deep breath.

"We were on patrol, then we came across some German scouts. We were not going to engage, but they spotted us and started shooting. We engaged them, and Oliver was hit. Barnes told us to get him out of there, and that they would meet up with us back at camp. I don't know what happened to them, but I know that there were only three German scouts. Two older, and one young boy. I have no intel on where they are." He explained, hanging his head. 

Reynolds sighed, and Lefeuvre put his hand on his shoulder. "Aaron, we will find them. I know that you have a strong connection with Sergeant Barnes." He said, and Reynolds turned away, running his fingers through his hair. 

He then turned to face Milo. "What sector were you all in when this went down?" He questioned, and Milo thought for a moment, then pointed to the sectioned map on the wall. 

"I believe it was Sector Nine, sir." He reported, and Reynolds nodded, then spun to Lefeuvre. 

"Gather the men who were going out tomorrow. We have a new mission for them. They're going to Sector Nine to find my men." He determined, and Lefeuvre nodded along with Tristan and Milo, then the two exited the tent. 

As they walked back towards the barracks, they heard a shout and looked up to see Remi Dupont, Lionel Rodier, and Foster Curtis running up to them. 

Lionel raised his eyebrow. "I heard about what happened. Are Marshall and Barnes really missing?" He asked worriedly, and after Milo and Tristan shared a gaze, Milo nodded. 

"Yeah. They're missing. But the General said that the group that was going out tomorrow is now going to Sector Nine to find them." He told, and the other three soldiers all looked at each other with wide eyes. 

Remi swung his gaze to Milo. "That's our group. Foster, Lionel and I were headed out real early tomorrow morning towards Sector Three. I guess we're going to Sector Nine instead to find your friends." He said, and Foster pointed at Milo and Tristan. 

"You two should go and get some rest. You really look like Hell." He observed, and Tristan smirked. 

"Good luck out there tomorrow. Be careful." He wished. Milo and Rodier exchanged a hug as Dupont shook Tristan's hand. 

Tristan then turned to Curtis. "Find the men who shot your best friend." He said, and Curtis set his eyes. 

"You know I will." He said determinedly. 

Tristan and Milo gave one last wave as they walked back towards their barracks. They entered their quarters and each laid down on their bunk. 

Milo turned to the side, looking at Tristan. "I hope that Marshall and Barnes are okay." He said, and Tristan took a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling. 

"Barnes is a smart man. He's strong and resourceful. If anyone knows what to do, he does. Now let's get some rest." He said, and Milo nodded, closing his eyes. 

Tristan let out a stressed breath, then let his exhaustion take him to sleep.