In the morning light of Silverpeak, a large commotion had already started around the old transport yard near the northern side of the MDC-controlled district.
It was used by both MDC soldiers and families that were either displaced or had relatives inside the MDC.
Now they were being told to move again.
"Major, where the hell are we supposed to put all of this?"
An MDC soldier stood beside several ammunition crates while two others carried equipment out of one of the warehouses.
Federick looked toward the growing pile.
"Warehouse Three. Anything that doesn't fit goes to the secondary vehicle yard."
"And our quarters?"
"A temporary barracks has been set up beside the eastern compound."
The soldier stared at him.
"The eastern compound? Bloody me. Those are already crowded!"
"The colonel's orders. If you want to complain, go ask him."
Another voice came from farther behind them.
"Major, I can't accept this arrangement! My family wants to stay upstairs!"
Federick turned.
