He turned around, walked back slowly to the truck, and climbed into the driver's seat. The convoy started again, engines roaring, turning slowly, heading west along the border road, and eventually disappearing into the thick fog, as if it had never appeared.
Only the English side of the border was left in a deathly silence, with questions and fears growing wildly in the hearts of the soldiers.
"Command... they... they've gone." Reid's voice was somewhat hoarse.
The radio fell silent for a longer time before responding: "Noticed. Stay on alert. This must not be disclosed, I repeat, absolutely must not be disclosed."
Must not be disclosed?
Reid looked at Davis's pale face beside him, at the same shock in the eyes of other soldiers.
Can this be kept under wraps? Trucks of arms, flaunting on the border line, the other side using loudspeakers to speak... This is a psychological war, a naked humiliation!
