"What do you do when facing someone you cannot beat?"
Ezra asked one of his fellow soldiers, a close friend who had been fighting alongside him for quite some time.
The soldiers were in the middle of preparing their camp for the mission ahead, surrounded by the rough wilderness that stretched far beyond the temporary military position they had established. Tents had already been put up, crates of ammunition and supplies were being moved into place, and several soldiers were checking their weapons before the operation began.
Not far away, the captains of the mission were busy reviewing the distance between their current position and the enemy base. A watch team remained back at the main military center, communicating with them while keeping track of the enemy's movements.
The atmosphere was serious.
At least, it was supposed to be.
Ezra's friend looked at him with an expression that made it obvious he had not expected such a question.
