Update!
Shane's pov
I've never loved Morganville; it wasn't my home really until I found Claire. Michael was my bro, but he had Eve- he'd always had Eve. Claire made Morganville real, she was – and is- my light in the dark. She's changed me, changed me for the better. And that is why I'm stuck at her side with a lecture from Oliver- we're fighting.
"So…" Oliver began, pointing to his map of Morganville. "Whilst we still have most protection over the residential blocks, the university and Founders square, I have reason to be curious about the warehouses." He pointed to a large area near the outskirts of town, quite accurately coloured black. "There is about a quarter mile stretch that is unseen. Most are on the main highway out to the border, but a particular warehouse is in-between them all, as I said before about a quarter mile from the usual guard duties." He finished his speech to silence. "So…" He tried to begin but Michael raised his hand in the air, asking for attention; Oliver though looking annoyed at the disruption nodded his head with one quick jerk.
"I mean if he was using somewhere, that seems perfect and Louise would have been able to tell him; Bishop will have power- he'll probably be watching from about half a mile away. We can't attack at night- it's got to be a daylight attack- half of his fighters won't be strong enough to come out in the sun without burning. "Michael spoke like a fighter, not the musician he is.
I sit just thinking, a battle plan; but Oliver interrupts. "Glass, Collins! You make up team one, arrange your team. Eve, Claire! Join them! You can fight but remember we need you four; you're the team we need to protect!" With that he just left. I got up and stood next to Michael, giving him a questioning look.
"I know man." He said into the air. "God I know."
People were splitting themselves into teams; we took with us Hannah Moses, Richard Morrell, Hess and Lowe- along with about half a dozen more. We took the best we could find the rest were huddled into groups of about a dozen.
"Right!" I shouted so that the room silenced. "We have a problem, we have Bishop. Each team is going to fight, if you do not want to fight leave now- Oliver may force you but I don't." About three people looked at each other and left through the door Oliver had, I nod my head in their direction- for their bravery in admitting they couldn't fight. "Anyone else?" I ask the general crowd, they look back at me with fierce stares as if wanting me to ask them.
"Well then, what we waiting for? Into the square, time for things to get a little sweated." Michael roared in laughter. We all laughed, the other teams just shuffled off.
I still don't know why we're needed- I think its Claire… god it's always her.
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