Leon furrowed his brows, the lines on his forehead deepening as he bit down his lower lip, lost in thought. It had been two long days since his party had fractured into three separate groups, of which the unit he led had been reduced significantly. Yet, the time to act was fast approaching.
Of the original twenty operatives from Eldorin, excluding the two advisors Horus and Flydian, only twelve now remained within the confines of their base in Olavaguel. The absence of the others weighed heavily on him, as the tasks at hand had doubled almost immediately. It became apparent that their days of lounging in the hotel, kicking their feet back and sipping cocktails were over.
"Why have we gathered so early in the morning?"
