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They worked like clockwork; they had to. Individual pieces, fast and constantly moving, all it would take was one mistake, and every well-worked plan could fall apart. Guerilla warfare was often typified as seeming chaotic on the face of it, with minor individual skirmishes creating an illusion...

Erich Calvart had brown eyes. They betrayed every part of his face, making him seem innocent and boyish no matter how hard the rest of his features tried. His prodigious nose, so proud and angular. A prominent brow, almost primitive in its position. The thick, dark beard that covered his jaw...