Chapter 70: Tonight's Special

Soon, the four of them spread out across the camp. Vincent clasped his hands behind his back and strolled up to an equipment truck, playing the part. Two sentries glanced his way. He flashed a goofy grin. "Had dinner yet?" They shot him a glare and kept quiet. Vincent kept chuckling. "Didn't eat your fill? Our cooking squad just griddled flatbreads that smell amazing. Want a taste?" The corners of their mouths twitched. Where did this idiot come from? They just turned away and ignored him. Seizing...