Under Attack Yet Again

Throwing the tent's door wide open, a soldier rushed inside, panting and gasping for air.

"What's the matter, soldier? Is something wrong?" A well-built man sat up from his cot, giving the tired soldier a curious look.

Amidst his heaving, the soldier managed to squeeze out the news. "Sir, Assitant Loire just returned in critical condition. They need you in the back tent immediately!"

Back on his feet, the official's eyes shook. "What?! What happened?"

"I'm not sure. All I know is that he came back with a hole in his chest."

"Out of the way!" The official threw his coat back on and nudged Jack to the side to exit with utmost haste.

"But Official…"

Turning back with annoyance in his eyes, the official barked back, "What else is…"

Silenced by a knife through his throat, the official shivered as the soldier who did him in whispered, "I'm sending you to him now…"