Long lines of unconscious wounded men filled the large hall. Medics buzzed around the place, trying their best to save as much as they could. I saw Fallon on the far end and I approached him. "Hi, Mr. Fallon."
"Qalif." He nodded.
"How many quarters are still left?"
"Fred is out, spying. From his reports, they have retreated to the main building. He's gathering his forces now. We're backing him to a corner, Qalif. This war is about to reach a fever pitch."
"We need time to recuperate, in our state right now, we'd be quickly overpowered.
"The entrance to this city is far from here, we'd be alerted by the civilians way before they arrive. But still,you're right. We need to plan ahead." Fallon said, smoothing his hair.
"Oh I do have a plan. But it's going to take a lot of people to work out." Fallon gazed curiously at the smirk on my lips.