Chapter Sixty-Five: The Sorte Part One

“See, my lords,” we could hear Aurelius talking to the Storm Brothers from a distance, “I told you they would take this exit.”

Masaru grunted in acknowledgment. Everyone from our side was exchanging each other’s worrisome stares. The Blood Eagles’ shield wall stretched about a third of the clearing in a crescent formation; with their weapons aimed at the hole, our escape would be difficult.

Aurelius turned his attention back to us at the hole, still hiding inside the underground airfield. “I know you’re in there, Anne. Would you mind if you can come out and talk like old friends we once were?”

Several brow-raising glares fell on the chief.

“You two know each other?” Wilt asked.

“Unfortunately, yes,” she answered out loud.

“Oh, don’t be like that, my dear,” Aurelius exclaimed. “We haven’t seen each other since the peace signing in War’s End —”

“Where are the warheads?” She cut him off.

“Anne, please,” Aurelius coaxed. “O