Scars Of Time

Let Me Know The Truth

The trek from the abandoned cabin to the supply depot took a few miles and hours later. When they approached the supply depot just outside the nearest city, Dorothy stopped. She pointed to the center of the town and said, "There's the city. There's a supply tent just on the outskirts."

Mason asked, "So, what? Are we just going to walk in there and ask to see their tea?" When everyone turned to look at him, he shrugged, eyes wide before adding, "It's not like they're going to hand it over now, are they?"

Dorothy replied, "We might be able to ask for rations. Then we should see where they are holding the tea."

"And if they refuse?" Rufus asked. He eyed the others before saying mostly to himself, "Please don't say that we're going to go running in, guns blazing-"

Wyatt stated, "We go to Plan B."

Rufus muttered as he followed the rest into the town, "Running in, guns blazing..."

Mason shook his head as he heard the heavy sigh come from his friend.

Once they reached the resupply depot, Dorothy took point. She approached the officer in charge. After saluting, she said, "Private Smith with the 1st. I'm here to gather supplies for the line."

The commanding officer looked her up and down, then eyed the group of men standing behind her. He studied his paperwork on his clipboard. Without raising his eyes, he said, "I'm not seeing that you're scheduled for resupply at this time."

"I understand that sir," she started. "But my commander sent me here personally to gather our supplies. We've been hit harder these past few weeks-"

"I don't care if you're the bloody Queen," the man stated, finally glaring at her. "You're not on the list for resupply, boy."

Wyatt stepped forward. "We've come a long way to bring these supplies back. Our commander won't be happy to hear that you've rejected his orders." Wyatt looked at his rank and added, "Sergeant. And besides, if we have to leave and come back here, it might not help your cause any."

The man furrowed his brow at Wyatt. "And when pray tell, did you Yanks suddenly decide to make your presence known?" Before Wyatt could retort, the man stated, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're spies."

"No sir," Dorothy quickly stated. "We're just tired. It's been a long and hard journey to get here." She turned and pointed to Mason. "He's got trench foot." She pointed to Rufus and said, "He's got fainting fits from not eating enough." She turned back to the Sergeant. "There are more on our line that are worse and couldn't make the trip out here. Even being away from the line, even for ten minutes feels like a lifetime. So please," she begged. "Please, just... help us out here."

The man studied the group before him. He sighed, asking Dorothy questions about the unit as he scribbled down the information onto his clipboard. He waved them into the tent. "This way."

They followed the man into the tent. Crates and boxes were stacked high within the confines of the tent, neatly organized. As they rounded the corner, they were ambushed by a group of soldiers, aiming their weapons at them.

The team, including the Sergeant and Dorothy, held their hands up as Emma and her agents who were disguised as troopers, approached them, taking their weapons away. Emma smirked at the group. "I can't even say that I'm surprised to see you here."

The Sergeant demanded, "Who are you people? How did you get in here?"

Emma ignored his questions. She faced the group, gun aimed at them. "I have to say, I am a bit impressed that you figured it out without good ol' Princess Lucy's help."