I am just a shadow of a bigger man. At least that's what everyone in the group tells me. But I don't feel worthy of the position I hold as the leader of this elate mercenary squad. Many of them better fighter then I, with more experience, being I the youngest both in age and in work. But that all changed on a single mission where one wrong move and we would be in trouble.
"Sir, where trapped on every side, there's no way of escape." One of my men says running in to the meeting room of are temporary base.
"Dame, how did they find use?" I gruel trying to keep my composer.
"What do you want us to do sir?"One of the men in the circle of leader questions.
"We need to fight, there no other way out." I answer trying to find any other solutions.
"That's suicide!"
"Not if we keep near base. I want three men at every door and the rest separated around as back up. I we need some people to be set up as medic we need to keep as many people alive as possible. I know we can survive so how is with me!"
Everyone yells in agreement showing me the bigger man I really am.
That was a hard one I had no idea where to start it. So how do you think it turned out?
~Rader~
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Rader Shadowfang
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