Griss City Command Headquarters.
Even here, you can hear the sound of gunfire outside.
Occasionally, there are flashes of light in the sky.
Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener stood in front of a giant sand table, hands clasped behind his back, with 60 military advisors from various branches gathered on either side of the sand table. No one spoke; only the occasional static from the radio disrupted the silence.
"The Italians have pulled back again."
The chief of staff handed over the latest reconnaissance report: "General, Bertolini's troops have withdrawn to their original defensive positions after encountering a counterattack and have reinforced their minefields and obstacles. Based on electronic reconnaissance, they are requesting more engineering equipment and defensive supplies."
Kitchener took the report, glanced at it, and squinted his eyes.
"What do you see?" he asked, lifting his head and scanning the advisors present.
