@plostrum ♥'d the starter call but, like, to my face.
The objective is complete—the territory has been cleared. Only a few for prisoner. Most others still remain on the battlefield, in pieces. Marley will indeed be pleased. More land for themselves and less mouths to feed; just the way they like it. The warriors will surely be praised for their onslaught, Zeke's already assured them of that.
Perhaps they'll even celebrate. Later, once the dust has settled into their uniforms and they've all gathered back on the trains to Liberio. He knows Colt certainly would be. Colt often does. And Porco imagines his evening will be spent keeping him upright.
For now, though, since he's been relieved of his duties and permitted to separate himself from the Jaw, he makes his way back to their current place of assembly. Passing through a couple rows of large tents until he reaches the one in which all the warriors were expected to meet. To the warchief's request, although he'd been subtle.
Pieck seems to be the first to arrive—the Panzer Unit had been called back once most of the gunfire had ceased ( so it's no wonder that she'd gotten the best seat going... ) Sprawled across the stockpiled sacks of sand they use to keep their temporary pitches held into place. Lucky.
"You stole my idea," Porco grouses, while pulling across a rickety old chair with dubious support to sit beside her instead. ( Her legs give her trouble sometimes, so the chair is just fine. ) Even if there is some slight envy when he says, "I hope you're comfortable."
