Caddock rested his chin on his fist as the bad news kept flooding in like a broken sewer main.No.A tidal wave of shit.“Captain Rutherford is refusing to take his men out on patrol. He says, and I’m paraphrasing, ‘my job isn’t to get my men slaughtered.’” His lieutenant said.“What part of it was paraphrased?” Caddock asked.“I took out the cursing.”“Ah.”That was the fifth captain today to ‘request’ a safer assignment.I think this is about as far as we can go with these people.Morale was well and truly screwed. The outer forts had already been close to cracking with the constant pressure from the Tangled.Seeing her swarm over the walls at the drop of a hat had given them the unfortunate realization that they were being toyed with.A lot of the boys on the walls had died last night.In his primary fort, things were even worse. Caddock had been aware of it, but his men had been utterly shocked by the Tangled’s ability to use their own faces against them.More than one man had been found stuffed into a closet or under a bed while their killer had paraded around for who knew how long, sabotaging them with impunity.And now, nobody trusted each other.There were ways to verify each other’s identity, and Caddock’s cursemongers, contractors and logisticians had come up with clever ways to verify large groups of people for low Charge cost…but still, the seed of distrust had been sown, and wild accusations sprang up like wildfires.Caddock tapped his fingers on his knee.William Oh wanted to buy time. This much was clear. He wanted Caddock to painstakingly reassemble the pieces of his broken army and back off while he ran out the clock.Caddock didn’t know for a fact that he had the timing right, but he was willing to bet he was close.Their Nuker is out of charge. The Tangled is riddled with psychic damage. Will’s (...)