Chapitre 26: Chapter 26: The Morning of Departure
The morning light filtered through the cracks in the walls, a soft glow illuminating the quiet resistance base. For Boyka and Moyo, it marked the beginning of yet another unpredictable day, but it also served as a reminder of the fleeting comfort they had found the night before.
Boyka stirred, his body unwilling to leave the warmth of the bed. Beside him, the woman from the night before still slept, her breathing soft and even. A knock echoed against his door, jarring him from his rare moment of peace.
"Good morning, Commander," came the voice of a resistance fighter from behind the door.
Boyka groaned, the sound dripping with irritation. He clenched his fists, resisting the urge to throw something at the intrusive sound. "Holy shit," he muttered under his breath before shouting, "What do you want?"
The woman beside him stirred, awakened by the sharpness of his voice. Without a word, she slipped out of bed, grabbing a sheet to cover herself as she padded off to the bathroom.
"Sir," the fighter continued, his voice steady despite Boyka's tone, "you're needed. There's a situation that requires your immediate attention."
Boyka sat up, rubbing his face. "If it's that urgent, tell them I'll be there soon," he grumbled.
The fighter murmured an acknowledgment before his footsteps retreated down the hall. Boyka sighed deeply, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. With a groan, he made his way to the bathroom.
Inside, the woman gave him a sly smile as he entered. She reached for him, and despite the urgency of the summons, Boyka allowed himself a moment of indulgence. He pulled her close, their laughter mingling as the water ran. When he finally emerged, cleaned up and dressed, his sharp demeanor had returned.
Boyka left his quarters and headed straight for Moyo's room. Without knocking, he pushed open the door.
"Get up, you fool," Boyka said, his voice laced with playful mockery.
Moyo groaned, rolling over on the bed. "You idiot, how dare you barge in here?" he retorted, throwing a pillow at Boyka.
The movement startled the woman beside Moyo, who got up, her face flushed with embarrassment. Flustered and not thinking clearly, she bolted toward the bathroom, forgetting entirely that she was unclothed.
Boyka laughed, shaking his head. "Go get yourself cleaned up. We're needed."
Moyo sighed, rubbing his temples. "Give me a few minutes."
"Be quick, my dear friend," Boyka said, already heading toward the hall.
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The command hall was buzzing with activity as Boyka entered, his face set in a mask of calm. Moyo joined him shortly after, his movements slower but no less purposeful. Michael, the leader of the resistance, stood at the center of the room, surrounded by maps and charts.
"Commanders," Michael began, his voice grave, "we've received news. You both have been declared wanted by the imperial forces. Word has spread quickly, and Abbadon has put a significant bounty on your heads."
Boyka's expression didn't change, though his jaw tightened slightly.
Michael continued, "This base is no longer safe for you. The capital is swarming with imperial patrols, and it's only a matter of time before they trace you here. You'll need to move incognito. The resistance will do everything we can to support you, but staying here is no longer an option."
Boyka crossed his arms, nodding slightly. "I knew this would come to light eventually," he said. Turning to Moyo, he added, "We'll have to leave. We can find our way from here."
Moyo, however, looked less than pleased. He leaned back against a nearby table, his arms folded tightly across his chest. "This is bullshit," he muttered. "I've just gotten my freedom back, and now we're running again? No way. Let's wait out the day. If we leave now, we'll be walking straight into their hands."
Boyka gave his friend a long, measured look before finally nodding. "You're right, brother. We'll wait, but we'll need to move soon. We also need to start gathering intelligence. Surviving in this mess will require more than brute strength."
Moyo smirked. "Always the strategist, eh? Fine. Let's lay low for a bit, but don't expect me to be thrilled about it."
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As the two friends left the hall, Boyka's sharp gaze darted around the base. His instincts whispered warnings, the faint stirrings of distrust growing stronger.
"Listen, brother," Boyka said, his voice low. "You did well back there. I can feel it—there's a storm brewing. Betrayal is in the air. They were going to sell us out."
Moyo's expression darkened, his jaw clenching. "You're sure?"
Boyka nodded grimly. "It's only a matter of time. But don't worry, my friend. We'll get the chance to repay them in kind. For now, we need to vanish before the storm breaks."
Moyo sighed but didn't argue. The two wandered off, their figures disappearing into the labyrinth of the city's outskirts. The resistance fighters watched them leave, their expressions uncertain. Some whispered among themselves, wondering if the two commanders would return.
Boyka and Moyo, however, had no intention of looking back. The dawn of a new day brought with it the promise of challenges yet to come, but for now, they focused on the path ahead, their resolve unshaken.
The city stretched out before them, vast and unpredictable. Beneath the morning sun, they moved like shadows, determined to carve out a new path in the chaos. Whatever lay ahead, they would face it together, unyielding and undaunted.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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