When Vatman heard the offer, he knew it wasn't really an offer. Even though a choice was present, it was actually absent. He had to take those men and hit those enemy
positions. -Well, I guess I'll bite. He tried to wipe the dust off this uniform, but it was pointless. -But listen man...I never been very good with people.
Sure, I'll take them to battle, but I don't know how many I can bring back. It just the way war is, like chess. Lose some, win some. It's inevitable. That being said, if we pick the right targets,
I can easily keep those peeps alive, but let's not bullcrap eachother, nothing's an easy target down here.
He looked the man straight in the eye and then saluted him. Whatever the mission was, he was going to do it and his actions only reinforced that statement.
-So, what do you have in mind, what are my targets?
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