The doctor waited for the commotion to stop once more, before speaking again. "Resource-wise, we have little to worry about. This stronghold is from the Third War. It held supplies and resources for government officials and the highest soldiers of Australia. The country was defeated halfway through the war, and, because this stronghold wasn't in proximity of Pheonic, it was forgotten. We still have all of the resources that were left behind here, including the country's remaining stash of oil and fossil fuels, which were hidden and suspected to have been used up. As far as a campaign plan, we intend on attacking this July 29th. The annual Establishment Day celebrations will be a distraction to the majority of the staff, and the Dux will be led out of his protected palace for one of the few times during the entire year. We have a few people on the inside working with us. A full plan has yet to be decide on, as we don't know yet what exactly we're working with. However, we will have the information within a week, which is hardly enough time, seeing as that leaves us four more to train and prepare you. As for your training, it'll focus on both physical and mental aspects. Agent Torvus will handle the majority of that."<br/><br/>Verity watched him for a few moments, studying his features, his slight hesitation before everything he said, the sad look he gave them whenever he spoke, hardly noticeable. She looked for any unsteadiness to his gaze, any covering of his neck or head, and found nothing.<br/><br/>"He's not lying. In fact, he could absolutely deny every single one of our requests. He has the power to shove each of us under the needle and force us into this, but he feels sorry for putting us into this situation.  I don't typically trust people. I've been lied to my whole life, after all. But I think we should trust him. I don't know how you guys'll go along with this. You can choose to die for a good cause, or you can be killed right now. But I'm going with him," She spoke with a shaky confidence that she didn't have, and she hardly even tried to act like she did. She was scared out of her wits, terrified. She never said much outside of the prerehearsed introductions, excuses to leave class, and half-assed insults meant to distract so she could escape a situation. But she felt like this was what she was supposed to do. Call it destiny, if you want, though it was probably more that she was sick of living a contained, clueless life, constantly following the rules and never standing up for herself when they were questioned.