Echoes of Revolution
You grab the edge of a nearby table and push it forcefully into the officer, scattering documents and supplies across the floor. Using the moment of confusion, you sprint toward the closest door, weaving past the stunned guards.Your fingers wrap around the bayonet at your side, muscles tense as you prepare for the worst. If their suspicion turns into action, you’ll have no choice but to carve a path to safety through the loyalist soldiers.You drop to one knee, clutching your ribs, and pant, "Sir, ambushed by rebels... barely made it here. Please, I need help before I pass out!" You hope your feigned exhaustion distracts them long enough.You click your heels together, salute smartly, and declare, "Sir, Private Thompson here on Colonel Ashcroft's orders to relay urgent instructions!" The words come out strong, but your heart pounds in anticipation of his response.