Sîvret's Point Of View
"Donnahven, what's your status? We can't get ahold of Ferdinand or the others!" I demanded, once my call connected.
–Yeah, Boss... If I had to guess, it's probably due to the absurd scale of the war, that's currently on his damn doorstep!
I could forgive his disrespectful tone in this matter, because once the call connected, he didn't really need to respond. I could hear a ridiculous amount of gunfire and explosions, sounding off in the background. Not to mention, the obnoxiously loud whirring helicopter sounds, said it all.
"How bad are the odds, D?" I asked, nervously.
–Pretty damn bad, Boss. I mean, the amount of lackeys the government has deployed for this incursion is fucking ridiculous! 'War', seems too small of a word to use when describing our current situation! Fuck you, assholes!
*Ratt-Tatt...Ratt-Tatt...Ratt-Tatt*
"Understood. Do what you can, alright? And D?"
–Yeah, Boss?
