The team had been hiking for nearly a day. The leader, Toby, was on the radio constantly with William.
“Yes…yes, we have the equipment. We are on our way.”
“And you met up with the Major’s forces?”
“Yes. They’re following us. We know exactly where he is.”
William paused. “Toby, tell me the truth. What are the odds?”
Toby stopped and took a drink of water.
“Honestly, the numbers are far larger than we thought. I can only tell you that what we have planned will work. At least…long enough for a speedy getaway.”
William sighed. “How many of these dreadful birds?”
“The Major estimates…at least five hundred.”
William groaned. “God’s strength, God’s speed. And Toby, I thank you, with all my heart.”
Toby coughed, hiding his emotions. “We will succeed, my cousin. We will raise a glass together soon. You will see.”