Renshaw exhaled sharply as the last of the crates were unloaded. Weapons, ammunition, fragmentation grenades, a pack of explosives, every bit of ordnance was accounted for.
Even the body armor stripped from the dead, whether from Heieg or Ophris, found its way into the hands of the rebels.
Nothing was wasted.
A woman stepped forward from the group, her deep voice carrying over the murmur of her people. A thin vertical scar ran down her jawline, complimentary to the hardened expression she wore.
"We send our regards to his highness"
She said, bowing slightly.
Her name, they'd been told, was Natalia. The rest of her crew followed suit, dipping their heads in thanks.
Renshaw nodded.
"Then we'll get going."
A hushed voice broke the moment.
"Natalia, why don't you ask for their help?"
One of the women leaned close, but her words carried, intentional or not.
Natalia hesitated. Her face was conflicted, but she shook her head.
