Chapter 87: The Next Morning
Pamela’s visit was just aimed at clearing the air between us. She thought I had gone rogue, and when she realized I was just trying to gain some contribution points, she left. The good thing is, I got a warm meal out of the visit. It would be strange if I walked into the cafeteria, ordering food when everyone expects me to be on the frontline.
Another thing I observed was that civilians didn’t know what was going on in the frontlines. This was my conclusion after Pamela displayed deep shock at my condition when I stepped out of the portal with bloodied and torn clothes. Regardless, everything went well as expected, and I had a good sleep.
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— 5AM, The Next Day —
Stepping out of the spatial gate linked to my tent, I could hear soldiers running helter-skelter, preparing for the big day. If all goes well today, we should be able to breach the walls of Lake Charles and take the city.
The gate behind me snapped shut as I heard footsteps approaching. Soon after, I heard a clap from outside before a head stuck in—it was Sergeant Deacon, and he looked surprised to see me standing.
He probably expected me to still be asleep at this time.
"You ready?" he asked, and I nodded.
"Good. Let’s go."
Saying this, he left, and I followed. We walked around the tents and stopped where the war vehicles were kept. To my surprise, they already had what we needed for today’s mission lined up in front of us.
My eyes dilated at the sight of over thirty hovercrafts, which looked like large-displacement motorcycles used by biker gangs—only without the tires.