November 3rd
"Alpha, everything is ready to go," somebody said, hurrying to Leo who was striding so fast that both I and this man had to run to keep up.
"Thank you, Christiano. You have my order to deploy," Leo said as we passed the queues of convoy trucks, the sort with a green canvas covered backs with benches for the men which were climbing aboard them.
He nodded, waved his arm and seconds later, the sounds of engines firing up and exhaust fumes filled the air. The last soldiers got into their allocated trucks and they began rolling out.
Without warning, Leo put his hands under my arms pits and lifted me onto the back of a truck before he brought himself up too.
The truck was packed but one soldier threw his hand into the air and waved. Luca. He wore his usual wide smile and scooted along the bench, clearing a space. Beside him was Mateo and then Blair.
Due to the limited room, I had to sit on Leo's lap, crushed between Luca and Mateo's broad shoulders.