Despite their confusion and the questions burning on their tongues, dying to be asked, no one interrupted.
They were eager to learn of the details, but they respected the unspoken rule: when their bossman commanded, they followed.
And his command before Aquila had entered was to listen, so that was what they did.
"A few of my men had grievances with both sides, so they disguised themselves and got involved in a few skirmishes, killing a few in the hope of exacerbating the situation. Nothing changed. Besides that, the operation proceeded without any significant complications. Oh, and there were a few that seemed to belong to Alex's platoon, perhaps leftovers that didn't meet you that day, and they were the fiercest of the lot, it almost seemed that they were the only ones taking their fight seriously."
He paused, gauging the room's reaction, and more particularly, the one he had this deal with.