Execution [Book 2 of The English Lion]

LVII. Hugo

"I-I... give up..." Alexander whispered and I stared at him, shock and anger thrived through me.

THE AUDACITY TO THINK THAT HE GIVES UP.

I immediately slapped him. Alexander stared at me.

"What was that for?!" Alexander asked, confused.

"You giving up, you daft poxy wazzack," I replied, annoyed. Alexander stared at me.

"People have faith in you. The whole damn world has faith in you. I HAVE FAITH IN YOU. ISABELLE HAVE FAITH IN YOU. IT'S BARELY A DAMN YEAR INTO THE DAMN WAR AND NOW YOU'RE GIVING UP, YOU POXY WAZZACK? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?" I yelled at him, angered and annoyed, "IF YOU CONTINUE LIKE THIS, I DON'T THINK BRITAIN WILL BLOODY WIN THIS WAR. YOU'LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN. YOU'LL ALWAYS BE A SLAVE TO NAZI GERMANY IF YOU GIVE UP NOW. YOUR WORST FEARS WILL COME TRUE AND TO MAKE IT WORSE, YOU WILL BE THE ONE WHO WILL EXECUTE YOUR FAMILY, HER FAMILY, AND HER IF HITLER ASKS YOU TO DO IT."

Alexander stared at me as I just breathed in and out, trying to calm myself before I paced around, clearly annoyed at him. I MEAN THAT BASTARD. AFTER YEARS OF PLANNING AND ALMOST A YEAR INTO THE DAMN WAR, HE GIVES UP. HE BLOODY GIVES UP.

My thoughts were then immediately halted when a soldier walked up to us. I froze. What if it is a German soldier?

"Humilitas occudit superbiam," He stated with an accent that I can't really pinpoint since it's a foreign one. It wasn't from the countries that I know of. Alexander and I looked at one another and nodded before looking back to the agent.

"I'm from Trinidad, sir, judging by the looks of your face, sir," The agent stated, looking at me, "My name is Gabriel, sir."

"Ah..." I muttered, nodding, "Is there anything wrong?"

"No sir, but I have been assigned by the Chief of Staff to be your third man here, if you need it, sir," He states then turns to Alexander, "Every single member of Regius Obligatus has heard your radio broadcast, sir. From that day forth, we are in service to the Crown and will die for the United Kingdom if needs be. Our allegiance to the United Kingdom, the Crown and our birth nation has never wavered."

Alexander stared at him, who then nodded. It was then that after a moment of silence, before the three of us started talking about random things. But more like about what is going on back home in the United Kingdom. After all of that, we all retire to the building housing the Spitfires, sleeping in different corners of the building.

Gabriel and Alexander were already awake when I woke up and got ready. Alexander was eating breakfast as he listened to the radio. Gabriel, on the hand, was checking the engines, going through everything again.

"What is it, Alexander?" I asked.

"The Allied forces had retreated to Dunkirk... Hitler had halted the German advance. Göring is using the Luftwaffe to attack the forces. The RAF is called to defend the beachhead," Alexander replied. I looked at him and smirked.

"Which includes us," I stated.

"Yes. It definitely feels good to be away from that place," Alexander states, rubbing his temple with his fingers as if trying to get rid of a headache.

It was long after we started the engines of our respective Spitfires. Gabriel on the hand was staying back at the temporary airfield, manning it, in case the Germans or Allied forces stumbled across the airfield. We then take off, flying towards the area of battle, talking to one another over the radio.

There was silence as we both concentrated on protecting our fellow soldiers on the ground as we battled the Luftwaffe, occasionally heading into dog fights. Every time I would bring down a Luftwaffe plane, I would start whooping for a short while before returning to the battle at hand.