Wolk stood by the door, not exactly at attention, but not slouching either. The officers in command of the Highlanders gathered around a large map, poring over the orders they had just received. HQ was demanding a small diversionary push by the Canadians to relieve an attack the French had planned further south.
Runners were despatched to all junior officers, ordering them to prepare their men for the upcoming action the next morning. Wolk found himself sent by a winking Darcy to the furthest perimeter of the Canadian zone, carrying orders for a squad that didn’t seem to exist.
Clearly the English officer was hinting at something the MP might want to investigate. As night fell and he passed through the Canadian lines, Wolk’s suspicions grew even greater when he requested directions. Ever
