Counter Measures - Part 8

"Gods!" Judas murmured once he was well and truly gone, the hard mask on his face disappearing, as it was replaced by one of intense stress. "You're dragging me through hell here, boy. If he was any smarter, then that would have been our heads."

"Nah. Something tells me that Lombard would be on our side in this," Beam said, his confidence seemingly unreasonable.

"What makes you say that?" Nila asked, looking similarly as exhausted, although there was a note of satisfaction on her face, as they succeeded in driving the soldier away.

"The threat he's dealing with, with the monsters, that's a weighty boulder to shift," Beam said. "If his soldiers are causing more problems on top of that and they drag those problems up to him, he's not going to be happy with them," Beam said.

"Isn't that what you're doing though? You're causing more problems?" Judas said. "I can't see why he'd favour you rather than his men. He's been letting them do as they like all this time, after all."