Dean sat in his bedroom, looking over the footage obtained by cameras and drones. In the middle of the night, the raiders had undertaken a retrieval operation.
He was tired, operating on four hours of sleep over the course of the last forty-eight hours. And he wasn't the only one.
Currently he had about fifteen "soldiers" to rotate through patrols. Each of which was expected to be on high alert and to respond to any incursion made at any time.
Until now, Dean had been holding a line of defense. Operating patrols, and building fortifications in the day with limited manpower.
Meanwhile, the enemy rested at night and aggressed during the day. Probing defenses and gaining actionable intel on Paradise Falls and its layout.
At this point, there were only two paths forward, and Dean knew it. He could continue to defend and bleed the enemy dry until they either dispersed or negotiated an armistice. Or he could lead a night raid and catch the enemy with their pants down, so to speak….
