"This one is Brennan Cross, and that one is Morgan Harlow." Medeia pointed at the unconscious soldiers.
"Since Brennan also has the ability to manipulate water, I'll take his identity. Morgan, on the other hand, can fly. Well, you can do that, right?"
Lucian securely tied them up before dragging their bodies behind a stack of wooden crates. "Not a problem."
Medeia tapped her fingers against her thigh, thinking. "But … weren't these soldiers supposed to deliver premium supplies to the lieutenant? If we don't do it, won't that make him suspicious right away?"
"Don't worry about it." Lucian checked their dog tags, his eyes scanning their ranks. "One of them is a sergeant. In the military, it's common for higher ranks to order lower-ranked soldiers to do their tasks. No one will question it."
In other words, Lucian just needed to pass the task down to the lower-ranking soldiers so the lieutenant could still receive his high-grade food.
