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Born To Lead 1 ½ Chapter 3
As if things couldn't get any worse.
The reinforcements Malcolm had previously warned them about that the human San Francisco Colony had radioed in during the battle have finally arrived.
A bunch of others split into small groups out on patrol and sentry duty along the cliffside and on the bridge in the early morning of the following day when the first navy vessel was spotted. There was brief gunfire on the shoreline when remnants of the human San Francisco Colony hadn't exactly cleared out, except for Ray in order to keep a proper watch, so the squad on patrol there had to clear out for a little while. That's when they reported this bleak news to Caesar.
After hearing it Caesar stares grimly out into the fog in the direction he knows the ship is hiding in concealment. Truthfully Caesar had been wishing that the humans wouldn't have risked coming here after all.
Willow was out with him at the same time this dreadful news was relayed back along the network chain. Malcolm was soon brought forth to go over some strategic planning and ask his opinion about what they should do since he knows his kind better than they probably can.
In the end, Caesar relies heavily on the brand new methods concocted from this that a peaceful solution can still be wrought before any major violence breaks out again.
But then out of the blue gunshots are heard in the far-off distance.
"What's that," asked Rocket, head snapping in that direction.
"Guns," said Caesar. "Over toward the beach. Who is watching there?"
"Ray, I believe," said Willow. "When the others belonging to his squad returned from duty they told me that Ray stayed behind to keep a better eye on that area. He wants to be sure about what the scouts have reported down to the letter."
Thinking fast, Caesar said "Rocket. Take six. Go see."
Nodding, Rocket rasped "Yes, Caesar."
"The ship is moving again," said Malcolm, eyes wide in alarm.
True enough the ship out on the seawater is slowly inching its way closer and closer towards landfall, trying not to be noticed in the dense fog although it's basically impossible even under such dense cover from this distance.
Squinting her eyes to get a better idea about the ship, Willow asked "What type of ship is this?"
Shaking his head, Malcolm said "I don't know much about Navy ships, but by the look of her she definitely is going to need a dock. And she has some big guns at certain points of importance. No doubt there's going to be far more up there that I don't see and won't be discovered without a closer inspection."
This causes a concerned glance to be sparred between father and daughter. They've seen a lot of heavy weaponry so far, but nothing even close to being around this caliber judging by what they can see.
"How many humans could it carry," said Caesar, leaning forward slightly, eyes intense.
Doing some quick calculations in his head to round out an estimation, Malcolm said "A hundred, maybe. Maybe half again that. It's just a guess."
Even if the odds are in their favor lives shouldn't be risked unnecessarily, especially when they don't have all the information gathered just yet.
Coming to a more shocking and frightening realization, suddenly remembering an important detail she had lingering on her mind since earlier this morning, Willow said "Father, Blue Eyes is on the bridge."
Well all the more reason for them to get there as quick as their legs can carry them.
This isn't good. If the information Malcolm has delivered on this arsenal is good then the warriors stationed on the bridge and shoreline are going to be ill-equipped to handle this should things turn nasty.
Authors Note:
Hope you all like this one! I certainly did while writing it for your vast enjoyment! ;D
I've been meaning to get back to this one for a while and only now I've managed to find time and inspiration for it. I'm very satisfied and happy about it.