Pressing my elbows into the floor below me, I attempt to use all my strength in order to lift my bruised body from the ground. Despite all the armour I'm wearing, each of the Dog's attacks were able to cause a significant amount of damage, plate armour and kevlar aren't exactly effective at stopping heavy hitting strikes; they're only designed to protect against blade slashes and to reduce bullet penetration.

Without warning, I feel the rear of my breastplate being grasped as I'm suddenly hoisted from the floor. I'm quickly thrown upwards, my back impacting the ceiling above me before I collide to the floor once again. My ears ring as my vision becomes distorted, the muffled sound of the Dog moving around me and taunting me acting as a reminder that I'm likely to face another attack.

Bringing my hand to my gut, I lean forward so that my helmet is pressed against the dirt floor. Davies... I'm giving you control. Take this fucker down.

A shiver runs down my spine as I hear Davies releasing a satanic laugh in my head. With Pleasure. My muscles begin to convulse, my entire body shaking as a burning sensation runs throughout my flesh. I can feel the veins on my neck protruding as my senses gradually fade away, the only one that remains is my sight, allowing me to watch the rollercoaster which I will have little control over.

With my body relaxing, I'm able to regain control of my body. The pain from the previous attacks quickly fade away, the only thing to prove that I was attacked is the dirt and the physical markings on my armour. I maintain my position on the floor, acting as though the fight is over until I hear the Diamond Dog step up to me, likely preparing for another strike.

Okay, fucker, let's see how good you are at fighting against someone who can fight back. I gradually drag my hand to the underside of my chin as the Dog attempts taunting me. Unfastening the strap on my helmet, I keep my grasp until the Dog stupidly begins to hoist me up. As he lifts me up to match his height, I remove the helmet from my head at speed and force it against his muzzle, in quick succession, three times.

With a solid crunch and pained yelp, I'm released and land on my feet. Adjusting the helmet, I switch it to my left hand and keep a hold of the straps in such a position as to allow the helmet to sit over my hand as a makeshift shield. My instincts to use it defensively pay off as he lashes out, opting to use his claws as his weapon of choice. I'm able to riposte each of his attacks, moving the helmet in order to intercept his claws before returning a quick jab with my free hand.

This only serves to infuriate him, as he uses his entire strength to deliver a downward strike on my head. I'm able to move my improvised shield to intercept, but the amount of force he used has allowed his claws to pierce and embed within the helmet, keeping the two of us attached. Grasping onto his trapped wrist, I kick out against the outside of his shin, causing the two of us to fall to the side with myself landing on top of him.

With the two of us on the floor, I release my helmet and grasp onto his throat with my left hand before delivering a series of rapid strikes to the side of his head with the right. Unlike John's attempt, my strikes are able to inflict some injury as his head violently jolt with each impact. I'm able to deliver four solid blows before I'm hoisted from the bottom of my armour and thrown over the Dog's head in one solid motion.

With us both lying with our heads alongside one another, he is able to get in a solid strike to the side of my head, before I'm able to roll away from him. We both simultaneously climb to our full heights before charging one another. As he takes a wide swing with his claws, I lean back and begin to perform a slide tackle. As my body drags along the floor, I raise my leg and force my boot into his shin with all of my strength, and an agonised scream escaping his muzzle as he falls over me.

He collapses on top of me as his leg gives out from underneath him, his full weight pressing onto my chest. I take the opportunity to reach into my webbing and draw my rifles bayonet, the blade scraping against my armour and the Dog's chest due to the close proximity. In one swift movement, I immediately feel a warm liquid seeping between the gaps of my armour as my blade pierces his flesh.

Continuing with a saw motion, I continue to slice through his skin with complete ease as I roll the two of us to the side. With my body straddling the downed beast, I withdraw the sharp blade and begin to repeatedly puncture his body as fast as I physically can, small jets of blood spurting from the wounds each time I remove the knife. My opponent is only able to make one final attack in a desperate attempt to save his own life. His paw frantically slices upwards, the claws scraping across my right cheek and getting dangerously close to my eye.

Changing my target, I retract the blade and elevate the knife before bringing it down with one solid motion directly into the centre of his skull. With my enhanced strength, the steel of the knife has no issue slicing through the bone. The entire blade vanishes as it lodges itself into the Dog's brain, ceasing his movements as his body becomes limp and his paw flops to the ground alongside him.

Jerking the knife free, I climb off his body as I release a heavy breath. Chuckling to myself, I drag the steel along my sleeve, wiping the blood from the weapon before I return it to my webbing. With a triumphant grin, I saunter towards my rifle which was thrown across the floor and retrieve it. "And that, John, is how it's done."

You're enjoying this a little too much. I roll my eyes as John comments about my eagerness. "You try spending weeks at a time locked away, unable to do anything. This is what I'm good at, and this is what I'm going to revel in." As the sound of gunfire comes from the street outside, a grin spreads wise across my face as I disengage the rifle's safety. "Now let me have a little fun and get stuck in."

Reaching for the sunglasses in my webbing, I take them out and place them over my eyes. What's with the glasses?

Stepping outside, I reply to John's question internally as I witness the skirmish taking place. “Do you really want everyone knowing that you let me out to play? Some will think that you lack control over me. This way, I have fun, and you seem to be in control. It's a win-win.”

I examine my surroundings and find that the first group of Diamond Dogs have all been defeated, half of them are restrained with the rest appearing to be unconscious. From my Section, the only injury appears to be Starry, albeit fairly minor. A small gash is evident through the torn fabric on her foreleg, blood seeping through the cloth.

My attention shifts to the sound of glass shattering and flames igniting. A brief flash indicates the presence of some sort of petrol bomb, the glass shattering allowing the liquid within to ignite. It doesn't take me long to find the Dog that's throwing the makeshift weapon. As he prepares to throw another bottle from the first floor of a building, I raise my rifle and take aim.

PHAT PHAT PHAT PHAT

Every round hits its target, tearing through his chest. The rounds impacting against his body causes his grip on the bottle to falter, sending the fragile glass to the ground. The glass shatters directly at his feet, engulfing him in flames as he collapses from his wounds.

Another target quickly comes to my attention on the adjacent roof. Instead of finding a dog, I find an entirely different species looking directly at me, a Ridge Cat. The features of its body seem to be similar to that of a human, bar from a few exceptions. A tail hangs low behind him, dragging on the floor behind him. His head bears the resemblance of a feline, it's piercing eyes glaring directly at me. The feline holds one of its fur covered hands close to its heart, a sharp set of claws protruding as it seems to be clasping onto a small scroll of sorts.

As quickly as I examine the being, I'm forced to turn my attention elsewhere as a crossbow bolt collides with the wall directly behind me. Following the angle where the bolt came from, I find another Dog standing on an elevated position as it reloads another bolt into its weapon. Without taking aim, I point the rifle in his general direction and compress the trigger.

PHAT PHAT PHAT PHAT PHAT PHAT PHAT PHAT

The Dog quickly stumbles forward, its body rolling forward as it falls from its position before impacting with the floor below with a meaty thud. Trying to find the Cat, I'm unable to find him as he seems to have taken the opportunity to get away. Turning back to the fight, I quickly jump to the side as a Guard is thrown towards me. I watch him collapse to the floor, a heavy slash along his neck, before focusing on the group ahead.

My eyes widen as I notice one of the Dogs managed to get hold of the Guard's Lance, the barrel pointed directly at me. As I try to quickly bring my rifle around, a bolt of energy leaves the weapon and hurtles towards me. Unlike the blue bolts I've witnessed previously, this version seems to emit some sort of red energy, showing that the Lance is using a different spell from the one I've previously encountered.

The ball of energy impacts with my chest, resulting in the protective talisman on my armour activating. A series of magical sparks erupt from my armour, the talisman attempting to protect me from the spell. The sparks travel across my entire body, causing my muscles to contract as fire rushes throughout my flesh. The energy soon dissipates, propelling itself from my body and off in every direction before I fall backwards.

My entire body feels as though it's on fire, the spell still having some level of effect as it managed to cause me some significant harm. Even with the protection of the talisman, I find myself unable to keep my eyes open. As much as I try to fight it, I find myself unable to maintain control of my body.

My vision becomes more blurred as I struggle to breathe. As I begin to fall unconscious, the silhouettes of numerous figures fly overhead as the sounds of the skirmish begin to die down. The world around me fades to black as my eyes close and refuse to open.

My eyes reluctantly begin to open as I enter a coughing fit, each breath being forced from my lungs feels as though my insides are attempting to leap out of my body. I find myself lying underneath the roof of a tent, an IV stand with a green concoction stands alongside my makeshift bed with a tube leading directly into my right forearm. It takes me a moment to realise that my right eye is entirely obstructed, some sort of dressing covering it and the right side of my face.

Slowly sitting up, I look around the room to find all three of our team's medics looking over a series of medical forms.

"What happened?" I inquire out loud, causing all three to turn and look at me.

Shadow Diver makes his way towards me, his left wing keeping a clipboard pressed against his body. "To put it bluntly, you're lucky to be alive."

"W-what do you mean?" I ask in confusion.

"You're human body is shit at coping with offensive magic," Aurora remarks as she and Slicer leap onto a set of stools alongside a small desk.

Shadow Diver nods his head, "I wouldn't quite put it that way, but she is correct. The spell was far too powerful for your body, especially compared to how it's intended to function."

"What is it supposed to do?"

"It's supposed to incapacitate the target. It can cause serious damage but it is has a low chance of causing a fatality," Shadow Diver answers as he gestures to my armour which is sitting alongside my bed. "If it wasn't for the talisman that the Princess gave you, you likely would have died."

"You're heart was on the verge of stopping," Aurora says as her magic holds up a small syrette. "If it wasn't for your old friend, Kepeline, you'd probably be dead." Chuckling to herself, she drops the empty syrette into a sharps box. "I figured it would be better to keep you alive, I don't fancy having Princess Luna ripping me a new one for letting you die."

"You'll be back to your usual, injury prone self, in a few days," Slicer states. "The only other issue is the fact that you almost lost your right eye."

"I nearly lost my eye?" I ask in disbelief. "I didn't get hit in the eye. I was only scratched on the face."

"Yeah, and a Diamond Dog's claws are exceptionally sharp. They're capable of cutting through various types of sediment, so they're also strong enough to slice through flesh and bone." Hopping from her stool, Slicer makes her way over to me and begin to untie the bandage. "You'll have some scarring, but at least your eye wasn't damaged. We cleaned the wound to prevent infection, so just keep an eye on it and you'll be okay."

"Was that supposed to be a bad pun?" Aurora snickers as she shakes her head. "Cause if it was, it sucked."

"It wasn't intentional. If it was, I'd do a much better job at it." Finally peeling the last of the fabric from my face, Slicer drops it to the floor before holding a mirror in front of me.

My eyes widen at the deep slashes which are still evident on my face. Three long cuts are positioned around my right eye socket, the central one only a few millimetres from the eye itself and dragging down to the lobe of my ear. The top slash cuts through my eyebrow, coming to a stop at the top of my ear. The third and bottom one is positioned at the top of my cheekbone, dragging along my flesh until it ends at the top of my jawline.

Slicer lowers the mirror, dropping it on the bed. "Twilight helped you with your scars in the past, maybe she can do it again?"

"Probably," I respond as I lightly press my palm to the wound. "I'll just have to get used to having this ugly fucker on my face until I next see her."

"Why would you even get rid of your scars?" Aurora asks. "Each one has a story behind it, painting a picture of your life."

"So you'd be happy with these large cuts on your face for everyone to gawk at? I would be covered in them, my face, hands, shoulder, chest and stomach. I don't need to see each of my nearly fatal cock-ups staring at me in the face every time I look in a mirror."

"Some would see scars as a story of a males prowess," Gabrielle's voice calls out from the entrance to the medical tent. "Especially when they're a seasoned war hero." I watch as she walks towards me, a large and heavy looking duffle bag resting against her back. "How are you holding up?"

"My insides are on fire," I respond with a groggy voice as I slump back on the uncomfortable bed.

"Stop being such a baby. You've been through worse." Stopping alongside my bed, she pauses as she turns her gaze to the other three. "Can you leave us, please? I need to give the Captain some classified information."

The other three all share confused expressions with one another before leaving the medical centre, leaving myself and Gabrielle along with various medical staff who are working out of earshot at the far end of the centre. "So, what have you got for me?"

"Information directly from the Minister of Intelligence, himself." Opening the duffle bag, she withdraws a brown paper envelope and drops it onto my legs. "He's due to attend the base in two weeks time with Princess Luna, to show cooperation between our militaries. He said he'd discuss some additional information with you when he sees you, something about it being for your eyes, or ears, only."

Taking hold of the envelope, I rip open the top and a thick stack of documents, the cover bearing a large red stamp stating 'classified.' As I hear Gabrielle continuing to search through her bag, I flip over the cover page and begin to scan through the first page.

I'm interrupted from reading the report as the sound of a guitar melody hits my ears. Lifting my eyes from the document, I turn my focus to Gabrielle as she plucks at the strings of an acoustic guitar, the full duffle bag now lying empty underneath her seat. "You play the guitar?"

Gabrielle nods her head without lifting her eyes from the instrument. "You don't think that I was always in the army, do you? Believe it or not, I used to be a musician."

"Really?" I ask sceptically as I eye the maple guitar. "I can't really picture you being something other than a military girl."

Gabrielle lifts her head, continuing to play the instrument without even looking as she repeatedly changed notes. "I actually used to be in a band. Over time, we split apart and I needed a new job to keep myself afloat. At the time the army was recruiting so I enlisted, being moved onto an officers course and becoming a military officer. Also, you can't talk, I somehow imagine you were always military."

"I worked in engineering my whole life. I was a mechanic before I joined the army."

"Well, there aren't many roles for musicians in the army, especially compared to somebody with engineering background," Gabrielle points out.

"What are you talking about?" I ask in disbelief. "Musicians are also a big part of the military, especially for public appearances and parades."

"Not in Griffonia, not unless you're a drummer or play a percussion instrument."

"Well, obviously," I state with a roll of my eyes. "I can't imagine the band of the Coldstream Guard playing the guitar on parade in front of the Queen." I notice Gabrielle's blank expression as she stops playing her guitar. "Basically, they're the Queen's guards."

"Oh. Well, either way, out last King wasn't fond of having many musical parades. He saw it as a waste of training and money which would serve more purpose elsewhere within the military."

"Smart man," I reply as I look over the instrument. "I bet once half of them pass training, they become incompetent in a combat situation. The only good it serves in the military, in my eyes, is entertainment when you're on tour."

"It can help with morale. It helped on the frontline with my soldiers during the war. A little reminder that there's more to life than conflict." Gabrielle pauses momentarily, staring into space before she snaps out of her trance. "Did you ever play, or was it someone else who played while you were on tour?"

"I played a little. Stanley taught me the basics but I was too used to playing bass guitar. Compared to an acoustic, it's a piece of piss."

Smiling softly, Gabrielle holds her guitar out to me. "Want me to teach you? You've got a few days to kill before you're back out in the field. Besides, it'll allow me to hear some of your worlds music on something other than your phone."

"Okay. But I don't think I'll know how to play the songs based on knowing a few notes."

"Obviously not," She replies with a soft chuckle. "I'll be able to identify the notes for you and teach you based on the song. then I can write up a basic music sheet for you. I take it you know the basic chords?"

"I may need a few reminders, but I'll get the hang of them again."

"Want me to teach you?" Gabrielle asks as she shakes the guitar from side to side in her grip.

Shrugging, I insert the documentation back into the envelope. "Sure, why not. I can read this later when I'm actually out of bed." Leaning forward, I take the guitar that Gabrielle offers me.

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Tuesday 22nd July 2014

14:03

Equestrian F.O.B. - 5 miles south of Coltchester

Day 9 on Deployment

"The intelligence that Minister Balbean provided me indicated that Silverwing should be leaving Klugetown on Thursday," I inform the head of the Battalion, Lieutenant Colonel Thunder Strike, as he looks over a map of the city-state in question. "Once he leaves Klugetown, there is no telling where he will go. Is there really nobody that we can send in order to get observations or attempt to move in and apprehend him?"

"I wish it was that simple, Captain," Thunder Strike replies as he releases a sigh. "If we could get some of our own units in the area, they'll immediately be identified and Silverwing will be on high alert. The same goes for having the Griffins go in,"-Thunder Strike lifts a hoof gesturing to Gabrielle as she stands beside me- "the alarm will be raised."

"Have we really got no Ridge Cats or Diamond Dogs who we can trust and utilise? This is an opportunity we can't afford to miss, sir."

"There are none in our military," The ash grey Pegasus responds as he climbs out of his seat. "We have few connections within the groups that we can utilise, and they're primarily only used to relay messages and gather basic information. They're not trained to go into a hostile environment and take down a trained soldier. Besides, we're not here to track down Silverwing. We have our orders, and he is not a part of the plan."

I'm about to respond until Gabrielle steps in. "Sir, if I may, Silverwing is still a high priority target. He played a key role in the Militarist's war effort, the Children of the Motherland's operations in Griffonia and the attempted assassination of Princess Luna and other targets. The only reason the Minister would have given this information is that he has reason to believe that Silverwing is pulling the strings."

"I am aware of Silverwing's previous roles," Thunder states as he steps to an open window. "Trust me, it would bring me great joy to get the bastard who attacked the Princess. However, it's not that simple. We have nopony who is able to infiltrate Klugetown and even attempt to apprehend him."

"You're right, we don't have anypony. But, we don't need a Pony to carry out this job." Following Gabrielle's statement, I turn my gaze to here and realise that she is looking directly towards me.

"What? Me?" I ask in disbelief. "I'm the only Human in this entire world. I'm known throughout the land and have recently had my face plastered in every gossip magazine and newspaper for getting engaged to Luna. I won't be able to walk in."

"Not as a Human, no; but as a Ridge Cat."

I let out a surprised laugh as I shake my head. "You're kidding? Right?" Gabrielle's expression never drops as she continues to look at me, my gaze quickly flicking to the Lieutenant Colonel's intrigued expression before changing back to Gabrielle. "Please tell me that you're kidding."

"You have the closest body frame to a Ridge Cat. The only key differences if the face and lack of tail. We could stick fur on your skin and cover you over with a cloak, as well as attach a life-like tail. Keep your distance and try not to draw attention to yourself, I reckon you could pull it off."

"This is a stupid idea," I protest as I rub my hand over my face. "I can't pretend to be a Ridge Cat."

"You can if it's done right. What was the training you gave to all your soldiers? Oh, I believe it was called camouflage and concealment." A sly grin spreads across her face.

"It applies to an environment, not walking through town as an entirely different species."

"It's an urban environment," Gabrielle retorts with a confident smile. "You'll be amazed what a lot of makeup can do." Lifting her talon, she lightly brushes it against the side of my nose. "You'd never pass off with this face. You'd have to remain hidden under a cloak the entire time, the fur will simply act as a way to disguise you at a distance. Get too close, and no doubt your cover will be blown. Keep yourself covered up, maintain a safe distance and move in at night, that'll reduce the likelihood of you bumping into anybody and them getting a good look at your face."

"It's an interesting plan," Thunder Strike adds with an amused chuckle. "Like something you'd read about in some far-fetched book. As crazy as it sounds, it's certainly unexpected. It would at least get you in, relatively unnoticed. That is if the fur works."

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shake my head as I release an exasperated sigh. "If it looks passable... I guess I can at least attempt to get some basic observations on the area and Silverwing's known hideouts. Go in under the cover of darkness, stick to alleys and rooftops to keep out of sight."

Gabrielle steps towards the battered doorway with a confident grin. "Come on, we'll have to work quickly to get you covered up and in Klugetown before Silverwing decides to leave." Seeing the commanding officer's entertained grin, I take the walk of shame out of his office and through the command centre until I join Gabrielle in the scorching sun.

As the sun glares in my eyes, I reach into my pocket and take out my sunglasses. "You really think this will work?"

"So long as you play it cool." Turning to me as I put on the sunglasses, Gabrielle glances to my Glock as it sits in its holster. "You'll have to leave your weapons behind. No matter how good your disguise is, that weapon will immediately get you noticed."

"Then what do you propose? 'Cause I'm not going into a situation where shit can hit the fan and I haven't got something to protect myself with."

"Obviously you're not going to go in defenceless," She responds with a roll of her eyes. "Just take one of the swords which were retrieved from last weeks raid."

Scratching the back of my neck, the two of us begin to walk back towards my teams command tent. "I may be trained with a sword, but I'll always prefer a firearm."

"Tell you what," Grasping onto her revolver, she draws it from her holster and holds it out to me. "You can borrow this for the mission." When I reach out to take it, she quickly withdraws it. "And I mean borrow it. I want this back in pristine condition."

"Come on, I'm a highly qualified ATO. Do you really think that I'm gonna" -Taking a hold of the revolver, my grip falters causing me to suddenly fumble with the weapon before regaining control, just before I'm about to drop it- "Drop it?"

"I did have hope in your training, but now I'm having my doubts." Gabrielle quips as she chuckles under her breath. "You'd better not damage it in any way, or I'll be really pissed."

Adjusting the revolver in my grip, I tuck the revolver into the waistband of my trousers. As I turn to face Gabrielle, the flash of a camera catches my eye as it envelopes the two of us. Looking at the source, I find a grey Imperial Pegasus, a camera hanging from her neck as she steps out from the tent. Looking at me with her violet eye, a soft smile quickly spreads across her muzzle. "Captain. Good to see you again. It seems as though you've taken a bit of a beating in your short time here."

"Wintersong? Why are you here?"

"Myself and a number of other reporters from various newspapers and magazines have been tasked to shadow the Equestrian Army and Guard in order to report on everything you're doing. Feeding Equestria with information on all the work everypony here is doing to keep us safe, to give the Army support back home. My partner and I have been assigned to document the activities of Special Operations Group."

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I slowly exhale as I step past Wintersong and enter the tent. "So long as you check with me everything that you're going to publish. I don't want any classified information getting leaked in any way." I come to an abrupt stop as my eyes lock onto Wintersong's partner as she stands at the edge of the workbench, conversing with Sunny.

The Thestral turns her head slowly towards me as she suddenly stops talking, her damaged ear flicking as she faces me. A mixture of anguish and sorrow is evident on her face as she seems to take a shaky step backwards. Slowly blinking, she opens her mouth to talk yet seems to be unable to find her voice.

Breaking the silence, I tentatively step closer to her. "Shadow."

Her eyes frequently flick from mine to the scars which mark my face. "John."

"W-what are you doing here?"

"I'm Wintersong's cameramare," She responds as points to a large case with her left forehoof. "I'm to capture events on film to be shown back in Equestria for newsreels before film presentations."

Stepping closer, I timidly rub my hands together. "Either way, it's good to see you again. Things haven't been the same without you."

Shadow doesn't respond, her eyes glaring directly at me as the others seem to slink away. "Do you really think that things will ever be the same between us again? After what happened in Ponyville?" Shadow releases a heavy sigh as she presses her forehoof to her muzzle. "I know that it wasn't you that... killed my sister. But, it was you. If you get what I mean?"

I nod my head as Shadow continues. "I know that you'd never intentionally hurt those around you, but it doesn't help the fact that you attacked me and my sister. I want to trust you, John, to be as close as we were before, but I don't know if I can."

"I understand, Shadow, I really do. It must have been awful, and there isn't a day where I don't blame myself for what happened. I wish things could have gone differently, but it was out of my control."

"I... just need to keep some space between us. Slowly build up what we had, we can't pick things up where we left off. Let's just keep things professional now, okay? We've both got our own jobs to do without having to let what happened interfere."

"So... a camera operator?" I ask in an attempt to change the topic. “I never took you for one working in journalism."

"I never would have thought I'd get into it, either." She replies with a small smile. "I certainly make more money as a photojournalist than when I was in the Guard."

"Yeah, the military sucks for pay. For everything we do, someone doing a relaxing and comfy job will get more money. I was especially pissed off back home when an army veterinarian earned more than me, especially since he never got shot at or was out in the field."

"Really?" Shadow replies with a slight chuckle. "How much more?"

"It was only a few grand difference, but it just irritated me that he'd earn more. Before I came here, I was on just over thirty-five-thousand pounds a year."

"As a Lieutenant? That's crap compared to here."

Stepping towards my workbench, I remove my Glock from its holster and pick up a strongbox which is at the edge of the bench. "Yeah, the pay here certainly is better, but you've got less soldiers to pay than we do. I wasn't complaining with the pay raise that also came with my new rank.

"Yeah, but no money will hardly be an issue for you," Shadow responds with a sly grin. "Congratulations, by the way. You won't have to worry about money when you're married to the Princess."

"That's true. I figure I'd just give all the wages I'll earn as a Captain back to a charity or something. I won't need it, so it may as well be of some use elsewhere." Unlocking the box, I place my Glock and the spare magazine into the container before securing it once again. Putting it back underneath the workbench, I begin to step out of the tent. "I've got to get prepared for moving into Klugetown. Come on, you'll be able to get a little footage as we leave."

Grabbing onto her camera case, she lifts the heavy box and positions it on her back as she begins to follow me. Leaving our command tent, I make my way towards the armourer in order to get a basic sword to provide me with some additional defence, maybe even a basic piece of armour as well to keep hidden under my cloak.

Sneaking around an unknown town at night? This is likely going to prove to be incredibly stupid.