Seeing the armed soldiers, Sarcho thought.0

'Oh, they called in the military to intimidate them.'0

Sarcho was aware of Garil's plan. Even if the guards were to interrupt them, they intended to raise their voices and make their stand. Deep down, Sarcho supported this, but with the soldiers now blocking the path to the square, even that seemed difficult to do.3

'It's unfortunate, but there’s nothing I can do.’1

If Garil was caught like this, he would face humiliation. He would face interrogation from the guards, and if unlucky, he could even be beaten. But eventually, since Sarcho had all the inside information, it would be revealed how powerless and weak these moderate revolutionaries truly were.0

'Perhaps this will serve as an opportunity for the mayor or the factory owners to understand the current state of labor. This might be a way too.'0

There was a chance public opinion could change. Sarcho knew several journalists who reported on the temple, so Sarcho could also subtly hint to them about the collective silence on this matter.0

'Would things maybe then change a bit?'1

Of course, all of these were nothing but Sarcho’s fantasies, fleeting and short-lived.0

The front line of soldiers knelt, taking aim, while the second line stood ready to shoot. The protesters then began to murmur amongst themselves.0

Sarcho believed that the soldiers wouldn't...0