This was a time that would be remembered by only a few who survived it. And it was not clear if there would be more than a handful of those at most. Gorlub stretched his arms and legs wearily, affected as he was by the sickness, and he put down the book and made sure it could be found, but that it wasn't too obvious. It was time to move and time to disobey orders otherwise the War would certainly be lost. High Command needed to know what had transpired here over these last few days. Gorlub was an unlikely hero. But he strapped on his armour weakly, picked up his pack and left the scene of desolation. Taken from the EM Website.