The wind was howling across the mountain. Snow was falling heavier than ever, a white curtain that swallowed sight and sound. In the midst of this downpour, the two squads from Fortress four trudged forward, their boots crunching into ice that seemed to bite back. But their feet did not feel anything as the insides were lined with a protective layer.
The trucks which had delivered them had been left behind to avoid alerting the enemy. At the center of their march, a robot hauled a large crate on wheels which contained weapons altered with alien tech or directly acquired from Bjorn's catalogue. Sunshine knew they would need every weapon in her arsenal to take on the Crocodylus.
For once, silence accompanied them. No jokes from Philip and Siegfried. No teasing Father Nicodemus. Best of all, no foolish mistakes so far. And it remained that way until they reach Busker safely, entering the town without startling its mostly four legged residents.
A shadow passed above.
