[b][u]Lieutenant Karras[/u][/b]

Of course, only a few minutes prior to his arrival at the east gate, Milos had been accosted by a rather unexpected individual. A man he vaguely recognized, but only when he spoke did he realize exactly who it was - the Spaniard! Milos's firs instinct was to narrow his eyebrows in suspicion. After all, he had not been expected back by now.

But the Spaniard wasted no time, and immediately launched into an explanation. By the end of it, Milos had been clenching his teeth in frustration, and perhaps a bit of confusion.

"Which Cornet?" Milos had immediately demanded. He had sent two, but if this man was indeed the last survivor of his patrol, that meant Konyk was dead. "How many of my men are left at the bridge? What are the numbers of the enemy force? And why in God's name did your superior see fit to disobey my orders!?"