(B2) Two: Knives in the Night
Draxus shifted beside me, alarm written on his features.
“Are we compromised?”
I watched the Orks for a moment longer before shaking my head. They weren’t moving with the urgency and intent I’d expect of a camp under attack, and the alarm hadn’t been sounded. That left only one option.
“It’s a scout patrol,” I whispered. “They don’t know we’re here. They’ll pass by us before heading West.”
I exchanged a look with Draxus and Kato.
“Lay low,” I hissed. “And do not engage unless I give the order.” I gestured to the men all around. Thirty of us in the grass. “Spread the word.”
Soundlessly Draxus slunk away, careful not to disturb the grass as he went. The other soldiers, many of my men, and some of the 3rd crouched down and heeded my orders to lay still.
Fifty paces away the Ork Patrol reached the edge of the grass. Their weapons were sheathed and they moved quickly. Five of them in all.
I lay on my stomach in the grass, watching their silhouettes approach in the moonlight. We were too exposed, and yet I couldn’t risk giving the signal with the Orks so far.