Prelude - Prisoners of War
Moments later, the truck lurched forward again, going slower this time, and again stopping just a few moments later.
This time, the engine is turned off, too, and there are some shouts, the doors of the truck cabin are opened and slammed shut.
Two of the 6 men that were riding in the back with you jumped out, too, with another one trying to pull back the tarpaulin covering the truck to sneak a peak outside this way. Two more were whispering if he did see anything, while the last one tightens his grip on his MP40 and keeps an eye on the two of you.
[Language unknown: "Our po outtinome wit, onfien."] he growled in Bhalla's direction.
From the outside, a louder voice could be heard, seemingly demanding something.
[Language unknown: "Ss pr moof Kücomthieve ble in her saolwa ilckiv fiwi wh whe iotiut k lar essee?? Niofro day, ce fiul naulte li wheiveatiwhi!"]
Looking toward the front, Bhalla was sitting on the left side of the vehicle, Mattaki on the right. There were a couple of boxes pushed against the truck's walls, no markings on them. A spear was wedged between the boxes and the wall on Bhalla's side, apparently too long to fit into a box, but had to be brought along for some reason. It might have belonged to one of the Axtzals and seemed to be of fine quality. It was just out of reach, but if the final guard wasn't there, Bhalla could maybe reach it with his legs and pull it closer. It would be an awkward weapon in the confined space here, but it was the only one he could see.