Chapter 2.2 Goslen's Gambit

His plan was to sneak into a guard building and steal any messages that could prove important in disrupting daily events of the occupying guard. He managed to escape shortly after he was caught while being escorted to a temporary jail near the main barracks on the South side of town. 

Bell explained than he was certain that he would have been questioned. Fortunately one of the two guards got distracted by a boy running through the streets. He happened to slam directly into one of the guards holding him. The guard was knock over and the boy was able to keep running away. In the brief moments of semi-freedom Bell kicked the only guard, who held him, in the groin. He keeled over in pain cursing Bell as he also ran away.

“I really thought I'd be sitting in that jail. I'm lucky they were distracted.” Bell finished.

“Did you find or see anything useful, before you got caught?” Walren asked.

“Nothing really at all, there were just schedule lists and daily logs. Nothing really useful. Looking back now I think the whole plan was useless. I doubt that they would even keep anything like that in that make-shift guard building. Besides the real important stuff would be at their main barracks in town.”

“You should let us know next time you go and do something that might put you in danger. We could give you a hand.” Walren said with a hint of concerned.

“Yeah, keep a look out for you!” Jo added.

“I will do that next time. Maybe we can get an idea of the shift change, or try and infiltrate through the inside.” Bell pondered.

“Next time?” Jo said shockingly. “Are you trying to get yourself caught?”

“No, but we can't just let these invaders to take our life away, as they have with our families. I'm certain they will begin to search for people unaccounted for.”

"You're probably right Bell." said Jo. 

“We'd best be careful about who we talk to.”Walren said.

Bell and Jo looked at him and considered his words.

“You're right. I think we should tell the others this place isn't safe any more. The less traffic we have coming and going the better.” Jo said.

“That is an idea, but I think we need those lads if we want to slow the occupation of our kingdom. We have to find a way to fight back and restore our sovereignty. If not in the name of our fathers, then for ourselves and what we are to be.”

Walren put a hand on Bell's shoulder, “We are a small group of young men Bell. Iss'pale is a huge Empire with quite an unstoppable force. You saw what they did to our city, our homes, our families. I support you fully, but I understand the reality we are faced with here.”

“Walren is right,” Jo agreed, “We can't do much. But we should figure out a plan anyway. Let's talk to the lads about relocating. Somewhere less conspicuous and further from our central command.”

Bell liked the sound of that, 'central command' he thought.

“I suppose you're right Walren. Let's figure out what to do with the boys and then we can work on a plan of action.”

He smiled at Jo for essentially working both extremes of the discussion, coming to a solution that could work for the realists and the dreamers in the room. In Bell's eyes, the only way to live was to live fighting, fighting for his life and fighting in memory of his father. 
Jo knew this and he would admit that he himself was also a bit more dreamer than realist. The question now was, how?