Whack-a-mole [2/2]

Nearby.

"Cynthia, Terence. How far are we?" Joshua asked.

"Commander, even with everyone in the Ten Graves, we need more time. Maybe 10 more minutes."

"Make it two."

"What?! Fuck! Addi! Get everyone to eat skewers! Double time!"

"Commander, Freyja's Bulwark has finished inspecting and reinforcing 40% of the item, but will this work? I know the Sirens are amazing, but this plan sounds like a mistake."

"Enough yapping, you goateed idiot. My husband and I got this! Or I am not the Coroner!" Eva Baker scolded. 

As I surveyed the battlefield, Joshua asked me anxiously. 

"My Lord, I find myself agreeing with Terence. Will this really work?"

I kept my eyes on the sky, worried for my girls. Our current plan was hatched by our local goddess of wisdom, Minerva. The Ten Graves, Freyja's bulwark, the Bakers and I were waiting for our cue.