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With Chloe taking the vanguard, Lilliane was caught aback by what appeared behind her. Her rousing speech did little for the french spy, but at least she was making herself useful now. The sudden appearance of the porcelain figure flooded the spy's mind with quick thoughts. English wonder weapon? A hero flying in like one of those American graphic frame. No, it was more familiar than that. Panic quickly fell to acknowledgement as Lilianne was forced to rely on these strangers.

[i]Tch.[/i] No time to think about that. She could question whatever was going on later.

The pallets were more important. For the large man—Tupolev as Chloe called him—to leave the supplies was understandable; if the person firing the mortars knew where they were, then they would likely target him over the pallets. The chance of them targeting the pallet was still likely. If they knew about this deal, their objective might have been the supplies.

Scuttling out from her barely safe hovel, she made a mad dash towards the pallet. She could protect it. She was certain. If a mortar was coming, she could stop it. That's what she told herself, anyways. She quickly crouched above the pallet, looking up to the sky. She was ready.