Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
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Despite leading a large force, Quell and Vachon were taking a beating from

the constant firing coming from the northern base fortress. Feeling stuck and

unsure, they had no choice but to retreat.

“Quell, Vachon, Mr. Emmanuel sent us an urgent message!” Aqua called out

as she arrived on horseback, having ridden from the central region.

Surveying the grim scene, she thought, This battlefield is a mess–bodies

everywhere, and blood staining the ground.

“What’s up, Aqua?” Vachon asked, clearly fretted as he noticed her hesitation.

“Wait, what?” Aqua snapped back to focus, realizing they couldn’t allow any delays.

Composing herself, she clarified, “Mr. Emmanuel just got word that the

Airspace Group is coming and will reach us in about eleven hours. We’ve got

less than nine hours to act. By 6 p.m., we need to hit all five buttons at all the bases to open the docks.”

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She made the trip in just an hour to get the message. However, the northern

base was so far from the dock that it would take a minimum of two hours to

reach it. Given the tight schedule, they realistically had around seven hours

to wrap things up. Thus, they were short of the nine hours they initially

believed they had.

“Capture it before 6 p.m.? That’s a joke!” Quell laughed bitterly, his frustration

evident.

Seeing the devastation around them, Aqua felt sad but pushed it aside. Listen up! Two hours ago, the Southern Alliance took control of the southern base! We, the Black Wolf Team, can’t let the Ophanim Clan get the better of

us!”

As soon as she finished, she second–guessed her words. She knew how driven Quell and Vachon were. The thought of falling behind was something

they couldn’t tolerate.

On the other hand, TriSec was even more fired up. Standing tall, he swore, D’mn it! We can’t let the Ophanim Clan outdo us. I’ll buy us some breathing

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room with a direct attack. You all focus on flushing out those b*stards holed

up in the fortress!”

Just then, Quell shot him a skeptical look. “How are you planning to buy us

time, TriSec?”

TriSec was all business. “I’ve got my methods. Just get the others ready to

back me up.”

“Got it!” Quell, fiercely loyal to Emmanuel and determined not to be the weak

link, snapped into action. “Get ready for a new attack on the enemy base in

twenty minutes!”

Our powerful force of over two thousand has shrunk to just over a thousand.

Plus, we hadn’t breached the enemy’s defenses before–can we pull it off

now? Uncertainty and worry were evident on the soldiers‘ faces.

“Solana!” TriSec called out before heading into the fray, seeking out the Frost

and Flame Alliance member.

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Though both wielded fire, their styles were distinct, and neither matched the

ferocity of the Queen of the Dark Night Islands‘ flames.

“What’s up?” Solana asked, glancing over as she finished prepping her gear

for the upcoming clash with the Airspace Group.

“I need a favor. Give me some of your firepower when I charge the enemy

base gate!” TriSec stated, his voice earnest despite his usual upbeat demeanor and “three seconds” catchphrase.

Puzzled, Solana gave a wry grin and asked, “Don’t you have your own

firepower?”

TriSec chuckled, slipping back into his familiar easygoing tone. “Of course I do,

but your flames pack more punch. Just a small favor–shouldn’t take more

than three seconds of your time.”

“Alright, I’ll back you up. Just holler when you need me!” Solana granted,

always ready to support her team.

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“Thanks a lot!” TriSec replied gratefully.

Solana chuckled. “What are friends for? We’re all in this for freedom.”

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“Absolutely! For the cause that drives us!” TriSec cheered. He then walked

away, his mood heavy as his gaze lingered on the lifeless bodies strewn

around the battlefield.

Indeed, those always full of life often found these grim scenes the hardest to

endure.

Moments later, TriSec sat alone on the ground and pulled out clusters of

brownish–yellow snacks from his pack. With a determined look, he gritted his

teeth and ate them.

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