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Oh, ok. Interesting. Michael didn't know dogs were a part of the army. Apparently, it looked like it was a long part of Isaac's companionship already, so it was safe to assume that it was just Michael not knowing things. He learnt something today. 

Having enough of Rikes and Isaac, Michael remembered why he was here in the first place. He headed over to where the garlic breads were placed and grabbed a couple more, thankfully before the next batch of hungry soldiers finished them off. Then he headed back to where Anna was sitting to hand her her favorite dish. Upon seeing Michael, carrying her nostalgia ticket, the sapper couldn't help but beam with sparkly eyes. 

[color=0072bc]"I'm really gonna taste garlic bread?! Thank you Daunte for taking your time!"[/color] She squealed

[color=bf00ff]"You're welcome. And please feel free to call me Michael, if you are insistent on using your first name."[/color] Michael chuckled a bit at her response. Is this really a thing among Francians to squeal at good food? Francian cuisines indeed are worth it, but really? But at least she responded with much less of second-handed embarrassment, and to be honest Michael found it kind of cute

[color=0072bc]"Hmmm..."[/color] She seemed to be lost in pleasure right now, of perhaps impeccable taste. [color=0072bc]"Ahh...Such a change from the usual rations we have."[/color]

Michael nodded in agreement. Not that garlic bread was his favorite dish, but it sure was a good change to the bland and tasteless rations that were made just to keep soldiers alive. If talking about cuisines, then seafood paella would be his personal favorite, then dumplings, though that one wasn't easily accessible, as it was like at the other side of the planet, in some far away colony of Edinburgh. But eh, those were the luxury of peace that Michael was supposedly fighting for and toward. Now, anything but rations would suffice. [hr]
Once dinner had been served, it was free time. One could supposedly take that well-fed stomach of Britta's love and care and call it a day, ending it with a high note. But the two sappers had a couple of other things to discuss. Plans for the tunnel assault. 

[color=bf00ff]"I apologize for the inconvenience, but we're gonna have to bundle up on this small piece of paper."[/color] Michael said as he took out the folded paper from his pocket to be laid out on the table before him.

[color=0072bc]"What is it?"[/color] Anna went to sit beside Michael. [color=0072bc]"Is that a map or something?"[/color]

[color=bf00ff]"Yeah the tunnel map."[/color] He said. [color=bf00ff]"I happen to capture this during the briefing."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Oh that's so nice. Makes our lives much easier."[/color]

[color=bf00ff]"There are two entrances to this tunnel, the north and the south."[/color] Said Michael. [color=bf00ff]"The north is a little far away than the south from here, but it's not much of a big deal. We ought to take both routes in to make this faster."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Split up?"[/color] Anna was a little skeptical. 

[color=bf00ff]"Well, we probably have no chances even if we are together anyway, so I expect this to be a secret attack. The faster we blow it up, the faster we can get out, and the easier we can get out alive."[/color] 

[color=0072bc]"Ok."[/color] She seemed convinced. [color=0072bc]"We'll depart as soon as the sun rises the day after tomorrow, so we ought to arrive at the location around eight. Let's make it eight thirty as the marked time. We'll enter at once when the clock strikes."[/color] 

[color=bf00ff]"Agreed."[/color] Michael looked over the map and marked two spots on the map. [color=bf00ff]"I've been studying this map earlier today. I think we can spare a couple of explosives for these areas. They're the medical bay, so many soldiers would be in the area. If we can block their exits, we'd essentially take out a majority of the men we may have to fight."[/color] 

But in exchange, these men...

[color=0072bc]"Hmmm, that seems like a pretty good idea on paper."[/color] Anna said. [color=0072bc]"These areas have two exits like the entrance. So we'd have to blow them up at almost the same time. Is it even possible? We can't talk with each other when doing it."[/color]

[color=bf00ff]"Then we'd just have to arrange the time for it. We should attack this first, to cut off their reinforcements, then ammunition and whatever storage we could deal with later."[/color] 

[color=0072bc]"Then make it eight fifty to reach the area. We'll commence the attack at that time sharp. But, in the case you or us fail to make it..."[/color]

[color=bf00ff]"We'll just have to do whatever we can, and only whatever we agreed on."[/color] Michael admitted the painful possibility. [color=bf00ff]"If I can't do my part, you don't have to finish it. Just do yours and leave."[/color] 

[color=0072bc]"Fair enough."[/color] Anna couldn't really disagree. If a part of the tunnel was destroyed, it wasn't like they didn't try for the other intact ones. And frankly enough, Anna was already heavily opposed to such a risky operation already, she'd take any exits she can. [color=0072bc]"But to think these soldiers will be buried alive if we manage to pull it off..."[/color] 

The thought was already cruel enough, not just for Michael but Anna too. But they'd likely have to. Facing that many soldiers at once is a huge risk. But that wouldn't make it any less immoral however. Was this the sort of things that commanders and officers would have to make everyday? If that's the case, then Michael would have had a more sympathetic look to them. Hopefully that justified some of their decisions. That they were doing it in good faith instead. 

[color=bf00ff]"I know my heart is going to tug me for long."[/color] Michael sighed. [color=bf00ff]"But we have to do it."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"After the initial attack, we're on our own then. Me and my partner should attack these areas."[/color]

And the roles were then split. Anna and her company would proceed to demolish the northern part of the tunnel, where the ration storage were located, whereas Michael and Reyna would attack the heavy ammunition area to the south. There would be no deadlines after the eight thirty and the eight fifty time. After that, it would come down to merely each individual's courage and responsibility to their duties.[hr]
September 27th

It had been a good night sleep. One that did not involve pain, hunger nor thirst nor misery. Instead, he was fairly relaxed after the good meal the day before. Although quite far-fetched, he did wish for more days to be like this. He was up quite early though. Last night he had taken the opportunity to sleep early and catch up on the sleeplessness that he accumulated ever so slightly ever since the White Hart trip. Nevertheless, the awakening was also partly due to habits that had been drilled onto him for long, perhaps even longer than military life, so even if he wanted to sleep more, he couldn't. 

Quickly getting out of bed, Michael proceeded to have a bit of a stretch exercise around the camp ground, before heading over to the kitchen area. Even if there was nothing to feast on in the morning, watching the sun rise would still be a thing worth seeing. Especially when it's so peaceful and quiet right now. One could lose himself in such a spectacular view, when majority of people are still asleep, to momentarily erase the horrible gory of war and enjoy what nature perhaps really wanted us to do. 

[color=bf00ff][i]'May God have his eyes on us tomorrow, and bless all who deserved his blessings."[/i][/color] The Cruxian mused his prayer quietly within, before drawing a small cross with his finger on his chest. Perhaps a simple and crude prayer, but the Cruxian God that Michael had chosen to believe in, should be ok with it. If he really was the all-loving God that people of his faith said so, then he should need not colorful prayers. He did find colorful prayers a little too superficial, but not like he objected to it anyway. Cruxian is a pretty obscure religion after all. 

However, for some particular reasons, Michael found another one of his kind that belonged to that camp. A dazzling lady with beauty that seemed to transcend this world. Her strange and wild gem-colored hair went in a yin-yang relationship with her uptight collared military uniform. But the most striking feature that dictated her similarity in Michael's impression would be the crucifix worn around her chest. The same sort that Michael had in his pocket. At first glance, Michael was a little taken aback, before she finally spoke to him, with manners that befits what she had just displayed. 

[color=bf00ff]"Ah, yes. You're more than welcome to."[/color] He replied, still somewhat curious about her. [color=bf00ff]"If you need any help with the squad with the squad, I'll answer as best as I could."[/color]
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