The intelligence was solid. The Crimson Cross planned to attack the territory in three days. It was meant to send a message that integration efforts would lead to violence.
Azrael stood in the war room, surrounded by military advisors, with maps spread before him.
"We have three options." Adrian said, pointing at the map. "Evacuate the territory completely. Fortify the territory and prepare for attack. Or attack them before they attack us."
"How many casualties are expected with option three?" Azrael asked.
"Theirs? A lot. It would be a full military attack on their camp. We'd aim for maximum damage to prevent retaliation."
"And ours?"
"Minimal, if we do it right."
It was the best choice, protecting Thornfield's people with minimal risk. But it also meant killing dozens of Crimson Cross soldiers who hadn't actually attacked yet.
"What about a fourth option?" Azrael asked.
Adrian frowned.
"What fourth option?"
"We negotiate."
