First, have a Soleil.

*Everything was normal, then there was a knock at the door.*

Citrine: I've got it *she gets the door* Hello..? Who are you?

*Two people, one male and one female stand at the door. The man has straight dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes. The woman has curly orange-red hair, freckles and green eyes. Both wore long, gray overcoats the color of Soleil's hoodie, darker gray pants and black army boots. Their overcoats had a strange symbol printed on the right side (their left) of them-*

Man: *Scottish accent* We need to speak with Soleil.

Woman: *nods in agreement*

Soleil: *she walks over* Citrine, could you let us talk alone please?

Citrine: *She nods, then realized that when Soleil walked over the two squared their shoulders and stood up straight. *She then walks away... out of sight, but not out of earshot*

Soleil: *she growls, and says angrily* Je pensais que je vous ai dit à la fois de ne pas me suivre ici!

Man: Nous sommes venus pour une bonne raison , Commandant Sauvage.

Woman: *Irish accent* Oui.

Soleil: Et ce serait...?

Woman: Certains stagiaires ont été claning ce robot L'équipe Rouge vous a donné , quand ils ont vu plusieurs bombes attachées sur les côtés.

Man: Ils ont fait à peine sorti vivant.

Soleil: ... Zut ! Je aurais dû savoir que le fils de pute serait trahir notre affaire! *she sighs* Revenez en arrière et préparer l'armée . Nous partirons à la nuit tombée.

Man/Woman: Oui , Commandant Sauvage.

*They left*

Soleil: ... *mutters* This is war, you d*mn commie.

(BTW, what they said was this (Don't tell the other Sunni's I'm only doing this so you guys don't have to type this all in google translate)-

Soleil: I thought I told you two not to follow me here!

Man: We came with urgent news, Sauvage Commander.

Woman: Yes.

Soleil: And that is...?

Woman: Some trainees were cleaning that robot Red Team gave you when they noticed several bombs stuck to the sides.

Man: They barely made it out alive.

Soleil: ... D****t! I should have know that son of a b***h would betray our deal! ... Gather the army. We leave at nightfall.

Man/Woman: Yes, Sauvage Commander.)