“Are you up for this, old man?” Marc asked.
Aelred chuckled, and stood up. As though by instinct, they both pulled out their service weapons.
Marc also grabbed his sabre, seeing as he had never seen his second so spooked. We may as well be prepared.
“Where to?” Marc asked.
“About three miles out, north-west,” Murphy answered.
The position certainly helped clarify the situation.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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