Kitt watched silently as Lucius climbed out of the truck. He waved a final salute in farewell and then was finally alone "Vladimir, I assume you where listening..." At the far end of the truck, a small window to the cab slid open. A dark furred wolf was sat at the wheel of the truck, also smoking. He nodded matter of factly "Of course."
Taking a drag on his smoke, Kitt glanced up towards the window and the wolf "And what do you think comrade?" Vladimir grinned, sharp white teeth glinting "I think they are exactly what we have been looking for..."
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Men ran back and forth, rolled up tents and crates carried between them and tied down onto vehicles with rope and nets. Kitt walked through the camp, boots squelching in the churned up mud as he watched the progress of moving out. The Red Star soldiers and Lucius' men where working together, if rather begrudgingly, and it was all coming together quickly and efficiently.
He grinned, looking up to the sky. It was darkening, soon it would be night, and they could be on their way...
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Night fell quickly, clouds obscuring the sun before it sank below the horizon, meaning the last few tents where packed up by torchlight. Men where formed up into groups, nervously checking over weapons as the crew of the Red Star vehicles made one last check. Every truck was packed to bursting, every artillery vehicles laden with equipment.
Kitt reached for his radio, checking his watch. 9:05 PM flashed from his wrist and he nodded, flicked the radio switch and crushed a cigarette butt under one boot "Move out!" As one, the column of vehicles started their engines, black smoke belching and treads lurching forwards. Kitt jumped up onto the step of the truck as it moved off, wheels churning up the mud as the two armies made their way over the hillside...