“Why don’t we call the British to our aid?” Victory said. “Tristan was right, Limani is the neutral zone. They’re not going to be happy about the Romans taking us over.”
“You talk like our doom is inevitable,” Max said. “No, I hadn’t thought about calling the Brits.”
Victory could already see the wheels spinning behind his eyes. “On the one hand, offering aid to us might be seen as breaking the treaty. On the other, they might do it so we can stay neutral, their own personal buffer zone.”
“Damned if we do, damned if we don’t,” Max said. “They help us, the Romans attack for the violation of the treaty. They stay out, the Romans attack anyway, and we get taken over or wiped out.”
“The only silver lining we have right now is that this can’t turn into another Wasteland,” Victory said. “Not
