"Nah I'm good for now." Foxtrot replies as he gets back to his seat. He places the water in the nearby cup holder and holds the coffee by hoof, taking a sip he then resumes. "Alright, now where were we..." The unicorn taps his chin a few times before recalling his last sentence, "Oh yeah, Calais. So the general is camped in a remote town of Calais, mostly agricultural but they fortified it like a base. It rested on a lakebed, perfect for growing crops since they had a dam sealing off the adjacent river. The 26 are tasked to take this guy down; unfortunately the only agent within a hundred miles of that place was me. I was given some supplies, weapons, and a stash of dynamite." Foxtrot scoots closer to the window and looks out, hearing the whistle of the train as it departs the station. "I went in at night, stopped by the dam first, then made my way to the general." The unicorn's tone becomes more somber, "Things didn't go as planned and I got pinned in a tower... the general was getting away..." The unicorn looks down at his coffee, "I detonated the dynamite, blew up the damn, and flooded Calais. The explosion was the only warning the town had before being engulfed by the river." He turns his gaze forward, leaning back to rest his head on the seat. "It drew the guards off me. From there I just ziplined across half of the town and swam my way through the other. I found the general trying to get on a boat with his last three guards." His eyes close as he takes a deep breath, "I killed them too. By this time the target was battered, unable to move, and still spewing insults..." Foxtrot takes another sip of his drink and remains silent, still not finishing his story.