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Damien

Something was amiss.

How many days had it been since I had last heard from Falk and his team? From what I could remember, the last time I spoke to them was when I sent them to the prison to break David out. At least one of them should've contacted me in case they found the boy, or if their cover had been blown and they were in desperate need of assistance.

There was nothing. There hadn't been any sort of SOS from them or some sort of message that told me they were alright or not. I tried not to think of it as anything since they could be under deep surveillance and contacting me could risk their cover. Of course, that's what I wanted to believe but I knew that things could easily be worse where they were. Just trying to put those soldiers and Falk in the back of my mind and hope for the best was more difficult than I realized since I needed them to complete this mission. Lucian's aid was much more important to our cause than I let them in on. We could literally change the tide of war in our favor with Hare's help, but Falk and his group were going to have to bring David back soon or else we were going to lose his trust.

Speaking of which, I was glad that Arthur and Zoey brought him back to the fleet rather than leave him back at his home where we had little insight on him. He was very reluctant to leave his home, saying that if David was brought to the fleet first, he was going to be there to greet him first. I didn't refuse. He had one of the best cabins in the ship and everything was catered to his whim, even though he mainly did things himself without the aid of others. We also allowed him to bring his deer friend aboard, though I don't see why. He said that the cervine was a "part of the family" though I could clearly tell--along with the rest of the soldiers aboard--that he was anything but a family resemblance. Nonetheless, he was given the same room as Lucian and hadn't caused any sort of trouble.

That was three days ago. Today was day four. I knew Lucian was a patient man with more morals than I could count, but I guessed that it was only a matter of time before he decided to get antsy. I could understand where he would come from with that. Having a son kidnapped at a young age only to turn up and possibly get rescued would make a man grow tired of waiting, especially if the man cared deeply for his son. For the time being though, we were going to have to stall for as long as possible until Falk returned--if he returned.

I stopped dead in my tracks, pacing back and forth in my cabin. Did I just really think that Falk wasn't going to come back? I nearly slapped myself across the face just for thinking such a thought! He was one of my best men who I could trust with even the most difficult assignments!

No, he was coming back. I knew this for a fact. He was going to return soon with David right beside him. It was a lot to ask for, but I knew that if anyone could get the job done, it was Falk and his wits.

All I had to do was wait it out and stall for as long as possible.

Before I could rest my legs from pacing about my cabin for nearly two hours, I heard someone knock on my door. I checked my clock only to find that it was barely through midday and I was still retired into my cabin.

Letting out a long sigh, I walked over and opened the hatch. "Yes, who is...?"

It was Arthur, though he looked much more rested than when he arrived three days ago. He wore his standard fur-tight uniform with a thin bulletproof vest that wrapped around his torso yet left his arms bare. Each shoulder was adorned with a shiny metal pad that strapped on according to the wearer. A pistol within the confines of its holster remained attached to his thigh while his communicator stayed wrapped around his left forearm. His suit, which was standard for Special Ops soldiers, was neat and tidy and was void of any imperfections as far as my highly trained eyes could see. His dark orange fur looked healthier and he stood tall with an erect body. Perfect posture in my eyes with a lean and toned body to match it.

He saluted me. "Sir, you've been requested to meet at the hub. Apparently there's a situation that requires your input."

I nodded. "At ease. Tell them I'll be at the hub in a few minutes. Allow me a chance to ready myself."

Arthur nodded then saluted me again. "Yes, sir."

He walked away from me and headed back towards the hub while I shut the door and changed my clothes. I hadn't even realized that I was still technically in pajamas, which just consisted of a white shirt and sweatpants, and I was still of duty because I wanted to be. Quickly, without wasting more time, I readied myself by changed my clothes into my white suit--a suit similar to Arthur's but was predominantly white with a silver vest that had every medal for my rank as general to mean something.

It took only a few minutes for me to reach the hub. On the way though, I saw many groups of soldiers jog right by me with rifles propped in their hands as if they were ready to go to battle. Thinking without a care, I continued to press on only to find more and more groups running by, saluting me, then running off with urgency I've only seen when I was in the middle of a firefight. I thought it was just a drill they were practicing, but I looked out one of the windows for the ship and saw many of the jets were in formation for a launch. I also saw soldiers taking hold of the above-ground cannons, prepping their ammunition as they turned their guns in a full 360 degrees.

Puzzled, I grabbed one of the soldiers running by. "What's going on here, soldier? Is this some sort of drill?"

The man just shook his head, saluting me. "No, general sir. A radar scan has shown that there is a large number of Overlord forces heading towards our fleet."

"When was this scan supposedly made, soldier?"

"Around half an hour ago, sir."

I cursed. "Dismissed, soldier."

Before he broke away from my grasp, I almost wanted to slap him and tell him that jokes like that were not funny but a serious matter that should not be trifled with, but I looked around only to find what he said was now starting to make sense. No wonder everyone was in such of a rush. We were preparing for an attack, and I wasn't even alerted about it in advance. Whoever it was who didn't tell me about the impending attack was going to have one less head to worry about.

I ran this time for the hub, pushing past every soldier that got in my way. I wasn't angry at them, but I needed to get to the hub in order to get the full facts about this attack. It took only a few minutes of shoving and pushing until I finally reached the hub, passing through the guards and entering the buzzing facility. Even the communicators at their stations were frantically on the comms either requesting for any possible aid or telling our troops to prepare for the attack.

In the middle of the room stood Lucian, Zoey, Arthur, and Shock. Okay, I could understand why Zoey and Arthur were there because they were soldiers, but I couldn't wrap my mind around the presence of Lucian or Shock. Lucian, for one, was our special cargo that we needed to keep alive if we were going to have the advantage in this war and him dead was not going to benefit us in any sense. If anything, he needed to be in one of our safe rooms or something. Why he was here, I was about to find out. Shock was a little out of place when it came to the hub as well. He was our gunsmith, that much I knew, but why he was here at the hub instead of ready to supply our soldiers with ammunition of any kind was beyond me. Either way, I needed to find out.

Zoey was the first one to catch me as I walked towards the central monitor. "General." She greeted. "I see that you're aware of our current situation."

"Why wasn't I alerted any sooner than half an hour ago?" I snapped, showing my anger through my teeth. "If anything, I should've been the first one to issue the general order to prepare."

Arthur cut in before I could snap at Zoey more even though it probably wasn't her fault. "Whoever it was that set their sights on us trashed our channels and we've been trying to reestablish connection with the other ships and the fleets closest to us."

I looked from her to Arthur and glared at him, even though I shouldn't have. "And who gave the order?"

He looked away from my gaze. "Me."

I blinked. Did Arthur just admit that he issued a general order without my permission? I was almost sure that I was going to have to pick out who it was and give them punishment. I didn't expect Arthur to literally look away from me and tell me that he issued the order.

"Why didn't you let me know?" I asked in the most relaxed tone that I could despite feeling a little betrayed.

He sighed and shook his head. "I know, I know. I shouldn't have issued the general order to have the fleet prepare, but we just received the message only fifteen minutes ago while you were making your way up here. If I waited to tell you, we would've been way behind on preparations and the enemy would hold to their advantage and our loses would be more severe."

"And so you took matters into your own hands just to save us time?" I asked, still a little in shock.

The fox nodded and pressed his ears against his head. "Yes, sir." Despite looking utterly down, his tone still sounded firm. That told me that he was still fighting and that my snapping at him wasn't affecting every part of him.

Sighing from snapping at both of my top soldiers, I rubbed my eyes. "I'm sorry. You made the right call, Arthur. Had you have alerted me, any time of that would've been wasted and we would've had much more of a problem on our hands and casualties would've been worse. You're right. Thank you."

His ears perked back up as he looked at me in shock. "T-thank you, sir."

I decided it best to move along rather than stay on that one subject. "Okay, I need to be filled in on the details. I only got a small synopsis of what was going on."

Lucian was the first one to buzz in, though I still had to ask him why he was still out of his chambers. "As far as your scans can tell, a large force of Overlord forces are sailing towards our fleet. Before we could even scan for them, they jammed your signals with the other ships, so it took a messenger from one of the ships to warn us so you could prepare. We only managed to fix the channels just fifteen minutes ago."

"How large is this force?" I asked, looking over the scans of our fleet.

"We've identified five capitol ships with around to ten aircraft carriers following suit. They also have an air force of around fifty in number, and my best guess is that they'll also use submarines to aid in their conquest."

"Very astute, are our submarines ready for battle? What of our jets and cannons?" I asked urgently, feeling nervous as the seconds ticked by.

Zoey tapped the holographic scanner in front of us and bright up a mini-map of the undersea around a thousand feet below us. I spotted a dozen submarines with marines slowly making their way close to the surface. The image then returned to the surface and zoomed out until our entire fleet was visible, revealing that our ships were forming a pincer formation that opened out that blocked in the enemy if they got in too close. Our aircraft stayed stationed on their air pads while a few flew around close to the fleet, ready for the oncoming battle. She then flicked the monitor until red ships came into view. Their formation was a simple V formation, but I had a feeling that they wouldn't rush blindly into our formation unless they had a backup plan.

"Our cannons are prepped and ready to fire," Zoey stated, returning to our fleet. "The fleet is almost in position and our air forces are just about ready for takeoff. They just await for your order."

I looked at the screen for a moment and rubbed my chin. "How much time until they are within firing range of the fleet?"

"T-minutes, sir," Arthur stated, tapping a few buttons on the monitor. "Their air forces will be upon in us half that time though, so I suggest we get the fighters in the air as soon as possible."

I nodded, agreeing with his statement. "Give them the order. We need all that we can muster if we're going to get out of this fight in better condition. Do we have any sort of reinforcements on the way?"

Shock nodded even though I had forgotten that he was in the room. "The English Revolution is making their way towards us at the moment, but they're only sending a small portion of their fleet. Their jet fighters will arrive first while the warships come close behind. Not only them though, we have a small group from the French Revolution coming to our aid as well."

"That's good, we need help," I said, staring intently at the screen. "Is there anything else we must do before the fight is upon us?"

"Not as far as I can think of besides grabbing a gun and getting ready to shoot anything that isn't with the Revolution," Zoey giggled, prepping her pistol for combat.

I nodded and dismissed them to their stations. Arthur and Zoey were the first ones out, yet I needed to speak with both Shock and Lucian before they left and I forgot about this.

"I came because I was tired of just sitting around doing nothing," Shock said to me. "Even a gunsmith like me gets tired of just fixing and making guns and weapons all day long."

"Shock, this is going to be dangerous," I warned him. "You're going to see people die today, maybe in front of you, and you could get seriously hurt in the process as well. I know you've seen your fair share of war, but I'm merely warning you for what's to come."

The equine just chuckled. "Don't worry, general. If I see someone not in our uniform, I'll make sure they can't threaten us anymore. You have my word on that, sir."

I wanted to argue with him and tell him that things were about to get dicey around here and he could seriously get hurt if he wasn't careful, but I stopped myself since I knew I wasn't going to get through his thick head. There were some battles that I couldn't win, and a battle against him was one I was sure I would lose. I allowed him to take his leave but stopped Lucian before he left.

"I sense something," he vaguely stated.

"That still doesn't explain why you're here," I rebuked. "It isn't safe here, Sir Hare. If you want to see you son again, you need to find somewhere safe and--"

"I will see my son again, General Ghost," he cut me off, letting out a long drawn out sigh. Without even looking at me, he closed his eyes and turned away from my gaze. "I need you to send a ship towards the prison where you sent your soldiers."

"Why? We need all of our ships here so we can hold our ground," I asked, shaking my head in disbelief as he tried to reason with me.

"Trust me on this, general," he turned and latched his soul-filled eyes on me. Either he had been drinking too much of that tea that Arthur told me about or maybe he was entirely serious about telling me to send one of our ships out to where Falk and his group were. "I know you need as much help as you can get, but your little group needs even more if they're going to escape with my son."

I blinked a few times, nearly shocked as to how he sounded so sure his son was there. "How can you be that sure?"

The hare looked at me. "I've waited seven years. I know."

We both stared at each other for a long time, hopefully not wasting valuable time that could be used to prepare for battle. His sight never wavered, and he never left my eyes. I could tell that he was dead on serious about this claim, and I knew that any attempts that I could possible make would only be rebuked by him in the long run. I didn't want to waste any more time for that matter, and I decided it was best to listen to him and hope for the best.

I sighed. "Fine, I'll send one of our cruisers to Falk's position. If you think that your son is there and he needs help, then I trust you judgment on the matter. If I'm wrong--"

"You're not wrong, general," he cut in.

"--then I'll be sure to think twice about doing you a favor. Do not let me regret this, Hare. I know its bad to have a Task Master as your enemy, but it's just as bad to have the Revolution as your enemy."

He nodded and bowed. "I understand. You will not regret this, general. You have my word."

I merely shrugged. "Alright then. I need you to get back to your quarters now."

"I'm perfectly capable of handling--"

"That is an order, Hare. Do not push your luck with the little favor you're asking of me. I still have a job to do and I cannot have you put your life on the line to prove some point. If you do not head back to your chambers, I will personally escort you there and it will not be very comfortable. Am I clear?"

Surprisingly, he didn't fight back. He just bowed once more and nodded, brushing against my shoulder as he walked right past me. No words were uttered, just silence, or about as silent as it got. Once I was sure he was far away, I let out a stressed sigh and made myself over to one of the communication experts.

"Soldier, I need you to send the S.S Gladius to the same location as to where I sent Special Operative Falkread Summers."

"Right now, sir?" the soldier responded, sounding a little confused. "The S.S. Gladius is our tip of the left pincer, and if we send her away then..."

He trailed off once he met my cold glare. I saw the color in his fur darken as he replied with a soft "Yes, sir" before relaying communications with the cruiser. A few seconds ticked away as I looked through the open view and saw the ship slowly turn and head towards Falk's location. From what the clock told me, the opposing fleet was about to be upon us, and now we were short a ship until our reinforcements came to our aid. I think I forgot to ask Arthur as to when they would arrive, so we were going to have to hold out until they did happen to arrive, but I could only hope that it wasn't too late.

All we could do now was wait until the attack was upon us. Our jets were already taking off and taking their formations as I saw small specks in the distance take form while their ships lagged behind slightly. I let out another stressed sigh and walked over to the monitor, grabbed one of the pistols from the rack with an assault rifle, strapped them to my thigh and back, and prepared myself for my first fight in a long time.

"Alright, Damien," I mumbled to myself. "Lets see is you still have that kick."

I walked out the doors.

Falkread

I sometimes wished that things were as easy as they looked.

Three days had went by ever since I had started that fight with the tiger--whose name I learned was Devon--and it had been during that time I decided to just wait my time out and recover. The next day after the fight, I felt like utter shit. My ribs felt unimaginably sore, my body just writhed in pain as if someone was still kicking and punching me, and my head throbbed. The day after that was a little better but not as good as I wanted it to be. My ribs had healed to an extent, but I found it hard to intake large sums of air from time to time. Visiting one of the doctors in the prison helped me get my wounds fixed up to the point where they didn't bleed or throb uncontrollably, but they could only do so much for the internal damage I took. They even offered me an option to pierce my tongue since it already had a hole opened up, but I happily declined the offer since I really had no interest in stuff like that anyways. The third day, which was today, was the best as far as the best got. My body still felt sore, but I could move freely enough to do the things I needed to, and luckily I didn't have any more fights to get into since everyone seemed to stay away from me. Sadly, I was still forced to wear bandages and apply other healing agents to aid in the healing process, speeding it up to where I didn't have to worry about reopening the wounds or worry about my stitches coming loose.

Most of that time was spent in my cell with David. For someone who was just so open and friendly, he seemed very shy about meeting others. I could sympathize for him though, and I couldn't want to socialize with the people in this place for that matter. He just buried himself in his books which he read over and over...and over again. The little guy only had a dozen to call his own, so I guess he really didn't have much more to do besides read the days away. At least they were thick ones and took him much more than a day or two, or ten, or finish.

He told me that he liked reading. It helped him escape the troubles of the world and allow him to go into his own world where anything could happen, depending on if it was fiction or not. Even if it wasn't, he still liked to replace characters with himself. I found it a little funny, but he was way younger than I was and probably had a large imagination than I did as well.

Finally, it was the fourth day. Most of the pain had settled down from minor muscle spasms to sporadic minor headaches. Many of the cuts that Devon had given me during the fight had healed into scabs, yet I still retained bruises from the whole ordeal but nothing else major. At least the doctor told me that I didn't have any cracked ribs or any punctured organs.

Devon wasn't as lucky though. I was glad to know that I hadn't killed him after the fight was over and done with. He had just gone into a coma, which is just as bad but at least he was still alive. But just barely. I had cracked a few of his ribs, dislocated his jaw, adorned him with dozens of scratches and wounds, and sprained his wrist. Luckily, if he came out of the coma, he could still walk. It had already been three days and he showed no signs of waking up as far as I had been told, so I tried my best to keep a level head and pray that I hadn't just sent this guy into a permanent coma.

I guess I was feeling purely guilty after all of it. It was I who had picked the fight in the first place just to prove I was the leader of the group and got him into a world of hurt that he may or may not recover from. That fact that I showed no mercy when I was slamming my fists against his body just sent shivers down my spine. I wasn't some sort of blood thirsty animal trying to beat up anyone who stood in my path. I just needed to find a way out of this place with David and my crew and possibly other slaves so we could reach salvation.

There was no hero within me at the moment. Even as I walked by myself down the dark corridors, I just sighed and shook my head, not at the other prisoners, but at myself. I let things get out of control and it was my fault entirely. Just when I thought I was close to recovering, the pain and regret from earlier slammed into my like a stone wall. My mind just wouldn't let go of what happened, and I hated myself for letting it get to this point.

Slaves and other prisoners walked right past me, steering clear of my path as they quickly made way for me. Great, now I was the Big Bad Wolf around here. Where was Deathbringer? I hadn't seen him ever since our little fiasco half a week ago and any chatter about him died once I was close to the conversation. I didn't even see much of him at the courtyards where the prisoners and slaves chatted everything up and pumped iron constantly just to get their bulky physiques. Even his little posse had mysteriously disappeared off the face of the prison. He had to be around here somewhere. Not like I wanted to fight him or anything--dear God, I'd rather not get in a fight with him--but it sure felt odd around here without his presence.

I just minded my own business and went on without intruding on them further. They already feared me like I was some sort of serial killer, which I wasn't, and just ignored me anyway. I needed to get out of my cell anyway.

"I need some fresh air," I mumbled to myself, heading right for the doors to the courtyard.

Outside made me feel a little better but not much. The dark gray clouds constantly loomed over the prison like a blanket that only brought pain and suffering rather than a warm one that brought comfort and serenity. In the distance, lightning struck the thunderous waves that beat against the shore, ripping through the air before making the entire prison tremble at its might. When it wasn't pouring down raining, most of the prisoners would in the in courtyard trying to beef themselves up against each other and others would just go outside to chat it up without the numerous amount of cameras directed at them.

The door slammed shut behind me. I took only a few steps before I found myself faced against a wall of prisoners in jump suits. It was dark even a few hours after midday but no one seemed to care. I was more concerned that there was a wall of beefed up men blocking my way, not from one angle, but from all angles including the door. Whatever means of escape that I had was quickly rectified and I was closed in at the center of the large circle of inmates.

"Isn't this day just getting better?" I grumbled, doing my absolute best to not show them any sort of fear. Rather not give them the satisfaction that I was scared than showed them I was and let them intimidate me even more.

Many of them stood with their arms folded across their chests while others just simply stood there looking slightly nervous, like the pee your pants kinda nervous that I was getting sick of. Okay, just because I beat up one guy in front of dozens of other prisoners and my group, even though no one knew that, how exactly did that constitute me being a feared outcast? I'll bet anything that they've had their own sparring circles and they didn't look back when they laid down another guy before. So why I was I so freaking special anyway? Did they know I was undercover? Did they know about the others with me? I honestly had no clue and they weren't showing any sort of hint for me either.

I could hear mumbling and murmuring all around me, and I knew it wasn't the wind beating against my ears. When I turned around and gave them a glare, all talking immediately ceased and I was the center of attention once more. Okay, that was not intentional. I would do anything to get the spotlight off of me for at least a second but no such wish came my way.

There were no guards at their post. Surprise fucking surprise. When they were there, they just stood around and watched others do their thing, but when things got this creepy and weird, it was like they had disappeared off the face of the planet like DB and his crew. I'd like to think that the guards were somewhere close by and they would see this and break it up as quickly as it was formed, but I received no Hail Mary. There was no miracle to get me out of this one. If this was another fight, I was about to get killed without even putting up a near good fight as I did three days ago, and that was a fact.

Suddenly, the crowd stopped talking. It was so silent, I could hear the waves beating against the shore intensify as they beat against the stone cliff like a drum with a passion to beat for a powerful sound. Even the wind seemed to make a weird, eerie sound that sent chills up and down my spine as it sounded like they were speaking the recital of death my way.

Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, the crowd parted ways directly ahead of me to reveal a beefed up figure a head and a half taller than me, wearing only a white muscle shirt and orange jumpsuit pants that were tied around his waist by a thin fabric. His canine features were deadly, and I nearly had to keep myself from shaking as he took step after step closer towards me.

It didn't take a genius to figure out it was Deathbringer. Tiny was his real name, but I heard the last guy who called him that ended up at the bottom of the ocean. He stared at me with his pitch black eyes, intent right upon me like I was the next morsel that he was going to eat or something. Surprisingly, he didn't growl or foam at the mouth at me. He looked relaxed yet angry, in which I could understand since I did kinda trip him a couple of days ago when I accidently bumped into him. Apparently, he hadn't forgotten what happened that day.

He stopped a few yards away from me. Lightning struck in the distance right when he stopped. That was never a good sign, at least that was what I thought in my mind. I tried to take slow and deep breaths instead of breathing sharply and hastily like I was afraid of him, even though I was but I did not want to give him what he wanted, and that was fear.

He took even more steps towards me. Each step felt like an eternity to me, though I don't understand why. I guess it was the impending doom that was killing me, figuratively. He was pretty much the Grim Reaper and I was his next victim without a sign of mercy of hope in sight.

As the seconds wore on, he got closer and closer towards me. Just out of reflex, I took a fighting stance much like the one I took when I was fighting against Devon. I knew fighting against him was pointless, seeing as all he had to do was just slug me across the face and kill me. My heart just wouldn't stop beating against my chest, and it was getting to the point where it was hurting again. For the first time, I was sweating profusely down the sides of my face. It was all nervousness and the overall terror that was walking right towards me.

"Well, it was a good life while it lasted," I mumbled under my shaky breath. "Goodbye, Falkread. Hope Arthur and Zoey finish the fight."

The tower of terror was only a few feet from me now and it was only a matter of time until he buried me in the ground like the rest of his victims. I was pretty much done for and giving up almost felt right. Even if I managed to get away from him, I had at least a hundred more guys just waiting to pound me into the dirt in just a moment's notice.

Everything felt like it had stopped. Right in front of me was the hulk of muscle mass that had finally broken my courage and had me shaking right where I stood. He towered over me, just making me feel more insignificant by the moment and I was in no position to stop him. All I could do was wait for Death to come and claim my soul, and I could just this, it was a bitch.

Being the idiot I was, I took a quick glance up at him to see him staring right down at me. His eyes still looked cold and hard into my soul, shattering all hope I had for survival in just a matter of seconds. If I could see myself, I was more than sure I had lost the color in my fur and in my face.

Seconds turned into minutes. Why hadn't he killed me yet? I would've thought he would've just gotten the job over and done with. Maybe he was just savoring my fear and was just soaking it all up until there was nothing left for him to get amused by. I was literally a chess piece in his hands, and he chose what my fate was going to be now.

Out of nowhere, his thick hand landed on my shoulder, nearly throwing me off-balance I might add. The wind immediately left my body, shooting unbelievable pain throughout my entire being as I coughed in an effort to take in all the air that left my lungs. Sweat continued to pour down my face as my breathing grew and grew until my lungs strained to keep up, and I knew that I couldn't keep it together for much longer. Either he was going to kill me now and get it over with or torture me in front of me and then kill me, making the whole thing a scene that would should everyone in the prison never to mess with him.

Out of nowhere, I heard a bass-filled voice that had chills shooting through my spine. "Quit your shaking so we can talk about this escape plan you have."

I struggled not to lose my cool there, along with the air I had gotten back after nearly choking to death. My shaky breathing never seemed to slow down and all I did at that moment was look up and stare at him with confused and fearful eyes.

"Wh-what?" I stammered, surprised I could still speak somewhat clearly. "I-I don't...understand."

All he did was roll his eyes and grunt. "Listen, I want out of this fucking prison as much as you do, and so do the others around me. I'm tired of eating their fucking shitty food, and I'm sick of being bossed around like some pussy underneath their fucking shoe. So, I'm here to help out with your plan and, if it doesn't work, I get to mount your pussy face on my wall for the rest of my fucking life, alright? I still haven't forgotten what you did half a week ago. So, if you get us out of here--alive--then I'll let bygones be bygones. So, you better make sure this plan of yours that your little infiltration group thought of or else I'll take it out on every single one of you until there's no one left. Am I clear?"

I nodded slowly, my mouth agape. "Y-y-yeah."

He smirked. "Good, now lets get to work so I don't have to kill you. Yet."