"What about you?" She looked at Harry and Jordan with worried eyes - they were both wounded.
Harry sterilized Jordan's wound, and said, "We have something to discuss. When we're finished, we'll
rest." He cast a glance on her, rushing her to go and leave them alone.
Lola nodded in consent, but before she entered the tent, she first searched for her wolves. They were
all gone now, but when she moved forward, she spotted them strolling into the mouth of the cave.
Were there several cave exits and entrances? Confused, Lola walked back to the tent.
There were several bullet holes in the tent, but it was still usable. Lola crawled in and soon fell asleep.
Just before dawn, Lola heard the sound of a car engine. The car was used to send the guards that
were seriously injured to Mando Bay and to find new guards for their mission.
There left behind only one-third of the food that had been prepared beforehand. The guards drove
away in the off-road vehicle, leaving them the military van.
At the bonfire
Harry was staring gloomily at the rising flames in front of him.
"These are just some mindless minions, and that means that the big shot are still hiding behind the
curtain." Jordan pondered things while looking at his people cleaning the battle scene.
"I think so as well, but without any phone signal, we can't get in touch with Thomas Herren. We don't
know how are things going on his side." Their phones couldn't make any calls, just locate their position.
Jordan looked at Harry and felt a little bit surprised. "Thomas Herren? The man that has always been
courting Lola?"
Harry nodded. He had never believed that Thomas Herren would ever recuperate in A Country. Their
expedition must be a great opportunity for Thomas Herren. This was his last and only chance to get
back what he has been longing for all this time.
In the morning, Harry went back to the tent while Lola was still sleeping like a log there.
He looked at her cheerfully. Then he lifted a corner of the quilt and coat, got in bed and fell asleep
holding Lola tightly in his arms.
Later in the afternoon, they hit the road again.
This time Lola, Harry and Jordan sat in the back of the van. The vehicle didn't stop moving until it
became completely dark outside.
Harry looked at the advanced tracking device, worried, and said slowly, "The guards stopped about
several hundred kilometers away from here and they never moved again after that. It's been almost
three hours. Only one thing could have happened - the guards were killed on their way back."
That's what Jordan was also thinking. They also stopped the van to rest in the daytime, but never for
more than half an hour.
When they were setting up the tent, Lola saw Harry open a common watch, spin it, and let it do its
thing.
But only after three magical sounds, Harry closed it.
"This is the SOS signal for Joey." He explained everything to Lola. But, in such a place where there
was no signal or electricity, such a device would not last that long. Two times maybe, tops.
Lola took the watch and looked at it curiously. "How long will it take him to get here?"
Harry thought for a while, and answered, "At least two days." But they had only one barrel of gasoline
left for the van. If Joey started the journey the next day, he could catch up with them.
No surprisingly, he would arrive tomorrow. The helicopter had been arranged for beforehand, and he
only needed to prepare some other necessities.
Harry checked the food stocks. There were ten people in total, including them.
For a group of ten, the food was barely enough for only one single day.
Because all except Lola were men, and they ate a lot. Now they had no choice but to cut down on their
food quota. When the relief supplies arrive, things would get much better, but until then they had to
work with what they had.
After briefing them about the harsh situation that they were facing, Harry distributed the food after
cutting it down by one-third.
Harry didn't want Lola to eat ship biscuits, because he knew that they weren't tasty, nor nutritious. He
instead pushed the apple and dried beef in front of Lola. Harry's move made Lola quite confused, and
she asked, "What are you doing?"
Harry took a bite off the beef, and then said, "I don't like it. Can you help me eat it?" His words drew
Jordan's attention.
He knew that Harry had already been eating the same things for the past several days, and every time
he ate, he had obviously liked the food. "But now he says he doesn't like the food. He must want to
give the food to Lola," thought Jordan.
His words nearly made Lola choke on her biscuits. In such a dire context, it's fortunate enough to even
have something to eat. That's what he had always told her.
She passed the dried beef and apple back to Harry, and bade him, "No, you need to eat them." She
knew that Harry was trying to save his food for her, and her eyes were brimmed with tears of gratitude.
But Harry rejected the food, and Lola curled her lips in discontent, and complained, "Do you want me to
eat too much and become a fat, ugly woman? Oh, so that you can then have excuses to find
mistresses? Is that what you are thinking, Harry Si?"
"What's on Lola's mind?" thought Harry. He smiled helplessly at her and eventually took the food.
Jordan heard what Lola said and shook his head. Even he was thinking that Lola was being
unreasonable now.
The icy water boiled, and Harry gave a cup of hot water to Lola. "Drink some water." The biscuits were
too dry to be digested easily, and some water might be of help.
Jordan gave a cup of water to Harry, also filled another cup for himself, and then began drinking it.
At night, Lola and Harry chatted about their children and the wolves. Gradually, they fell asleep.
The following day, Joey didn't show up. In the afternoon, Harry checked on the food - they had eaten all
of it.
Because they lacked gas, they couldn't move forward either.
But he couldn't stay still either. He had to find some food at least, and so he took two other guys with
him to search around.
At dusk, they drove the van back. The rest of them were very worried.
Lola then rushed forward when the car had just stopped. She looked at Harry, who was sitting in the
driver's seat, and asked, "Where have you been?" She was worried because they had lost contact.
Harry wanted to caress her hair, but instead he raised his arms and embraced her. "I'm okay. See? I'm
back safe and sound. I just went out to find some food for us."
"Did you find any?"
"He smells like fish... Did he catch fish?" wondered Lola.
Then two guards threw a bag beside the bonfire.
Inside were fish and even some shrimps.
She took a step back and then looked at him up and down. "Indeed, his pants are soaking wet. He
must have caught the fish himself," thought Lola.
"Go change your clothes." Lola was touched that Harry, who had been living off the fat of the land, had
caught the fish all by himself for them. She was almost about to cry out loud gratefully, but she
refrained from it.
The soaking pants and stinky fishy smell were not so delightful. So Harry took Lola's advice and went
to the tent to change.
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