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- Leoneska’s heart pounded as he thumbed the bullets into their magazine. The repetition of the action over the last hour had his fingers long since burning with pain.
- As the cellar door swung open Leon stood abruptly, reaching for his handgun, but relaxing as a familiar face stepped through, an old rifle slung over her shoulder.
- “Kellen! Yours are ready.” He said sliding a pile of small cartridges across the tabletop to the senior rebel.
- “Callsigns Arrow,” said Kellen as she retrieved them, and began sliding them into pouches across her bandolier.
- Leon shook his head. “Right, Thumper. Sorry.”
- “It’s okay we’re not on comms, but you can’t forget.”
- Arrow mouthed the callsign a few more times.
- A blast sounded in the distance. Leoneska turned, eyes wide. Thumper stood silent, listening.
- “Tank shell… it didn’t go off. That was too close, we need to leave.”
- “I’m not finished reloading for them yet.” Arrow looked up to Thumper motioning to the table, bullets and empty magazines still scattered about it.
- “Arrow… pack Convoy’s things, leave the rest.”
- “What?”
- “Listen that shell was too close, they were supposed to warn us, and they didn’t.”
- “What are yo-”
- “If they’re not dead they’re not coming back. We need to leave.”
- Arrow blinked a few times, still processing what Thumper had said as he gathered the things into his pack and hoisted it on to the clinking of the various munitions inside.
- “Alright, let’s go.”
- “Your gun. You’ll need it.
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