Lucas leaned heavily against a crate in the warehouse, surrounded by the other members of the team. They’d been assembled and gathered in the back of the building, Travis and Jonah standing before them, and waited for them to speak. Jonah sat on a crate like all the others; he looked exhausted, with his graying hair pulled from its neat part, his clothes stained with blood. His arms were draped loosely over his knees, and he studied the floor with great interest. “Travis,” he said finally, not looking up, “should we begin?”
“Sure, boss. Okay, you all, listen up. The head honchos don’t plan on telling any of you anything at all, really, about where we go from here, so it’s up to Jonah and me to fill in the blanks for you. Basically, winning Falador was a huge step for us. Huge. That’s kind of what it was all about, really, was saving Falador – that’s what they were after. I mean, obviously they want the whole country, but if they got Falador, they’d have the country.”
“Get to the point,” Jonah said, but his voice lacked its usual edge. He just sounded tired.
“Of course, boss. Originally we were set to go on a mission to Brimhaven, take out the colony, and so on. This was more of a preemptive strike – the powers that be thought if we went into their land, knocked them around for a change, it would draw them back, take their eyes off Falador for a bit. Well, now, obviously, we don’t need that – they moved faster than we thought, but we headed them off. Good for us. Well, the wonderful Prince James, way back in Varrock on his pretty little throne, has decided that this isn’t enough. The Kandarins have bullied us too many times. And now, well, we’ve knocked them down, and pretty Prince James says that we can’t let them get back up.”
“We’re still going to Brimhaven,” Jonah said.
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