The aide beside him gathered things from the ground while tremblingly answering, "Not yet, Commander. The messages we sent back need to go through division headquarters to the fleet for relay. The fleet hasn't replied yet."
"Hmph!" Corleone snorted coldly, "Silent and unnoticed, they took out thirteen of my men. I want them to pay me back double for this debt!"
As he spoke, Corleone swept his eyes sharply over the aide beside him, "Order the Second Company and Third Company to speed up the attack pace. This assault must succeed and cannot fail. Within half an hour, I want us on the position!"
"Yes!" The aide turned and picked up the communicator.
Corleone lifted a jug of water, just bringing it to his mouth when he heard the aide exclaim, "What?"
Corleone spat out a mouthful of water, angrily threw the jug to the ground, and glared at the pale-faced aide.
