Shadow Slave

The Fall of Falcon Scott (42)

The second week of the siege was over.

A few days ago, the Devouring Cloud had been eliminated. The Terror of L049 had been slain on the same day, as well. More people had been evacuated. More people were being evacuated, still.

The siege capital still stood, firmly in human hands and mostly unbroken.

Sunny was in a familiar office in the underground government complex — the same one where he had met the rest of the Irregular officers before the siege started. The office was much the same, with only the image projected on the false window changed.

It was still showing the view of the city, only now, there were fewer people on the streets. The blizzard was picking up again, too, so the visibility wasn't great.

There was also one more vacant chair.

There were currently only three people inside — Sunny, Jet, and Winter. The three of them were not enough for the large room, so it felt painfully empty.

Winter's eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses. This was the first time Sunny saw her after the day of the battle with the Devouring Cloud... he hesitated for a while, then forced himself to say:

"Dale, he was... a good man."

She turned her head slightly and stared at him for a while. Probably. Sunny could not really see where she was looking.

Eventually, Winter sighed and briefly touched her forearm, where an edge of a tattoo could be seen peeking out from beneath the rolled sleeve of her bodysuit.

"It's alright. I knew that the fool was going to get himself killed, eventually. There were six of us at the start, you know?"

She grew quiet for a bit, then shook her head.

"Back at the Academy. Then, there were only two of us left after the Second Nightmare, and now there's just me. I'll probably be dead soon, too. No regrets, though, as long as it's for a good cause."

laid-back as usual, but Sunny could sense a bit of strain

"I am sorry."

Winter smiled.

sorry, Little Devil, make sure to stay alive. You're too young and elite to die. Reaper, you too... I mean, you too try to stay alive.

Master Jet laughed.

I'll have to give it a try. Might be a bit problematic,

had been fighting with very little rest in between combat shifts for the past few days, so this meeting was

sighed and

so take a look at it later. The important stuff is... the wall is still holding, but just barely. Three breaches have turned into five, as you must know. Army Command expects that

raised a hand,

the Terror, while the Brood Mommy and Brood Daddy

Jet lingered for

today. The Heart of Darkness seems to have disappeared, so we don't have to worry about it yet. Maybe that... thing... won't reach Falcon Scott before we retreat. Goliath, on the other hand, was supposed to show up yesterday. He has been moving very slowly recently, however, for whatever reason, so the time window changed. We should

in the underground office. Winter broke it by

of something catastrophic happening, huh? Are you sure we

lingered for

not entirely hopeless. The First Army has suffered heavy casualties in the past two weeks,

shifted in his

is she

a long look and thought before

survived... Roan will be out of commission for a couple more weeks, sadly. Coincidentally, the House of Night lost many Awakened on the same day, as well. The forces of the great clans here are diminished. but

out a sigh of relief. He had been somewhat worried about Saint Tyris

datapad on the table and gave him

Goliath, though. How is that project of yours coming

at her for a moment or

Have you gotten those Memories

Jet winced.