———Lerim———
“Finally, we get to send those bastards to et their maker!” A mber said loudly.
“Be quiet will you? You’re going to alert them!” Soone else chid in, criticizing the man for his outburst.
“So, Commander Lerim, what do we do about the rowdy crowd? We’re gonna lose the elent of surprise at this point.” Ugh. Stop calling that.
“First off, knock it off with the title, we’re not playing around here, secondly, where is the head honcho? He should be the one leading the charge.” There’s really only one definite figurehead in this ragtag group and it’s him.
“He’s having a last-minute discussion with the others.” Now of all tis? I hope he has a good plan…
“Why weren’t I involved?” I asked, seeing that the others who he arbitrarily choose to lead each group also aren’t here right now, so they must be with him.
“I believe in his words, he said ‘Too much of a musclehead, no need for any plan on her end, she can let loose’.” That fucking bastard…
“Do I look like a muscle junkie to them?” I said while inspecting my body. Barely any muscle, delicate face, clean flowy blonde hair, nice shiny green eyes. I look more like a supermodel I’d say so myself!
“On the inside, at least.” This guy is really running his mouth loose…
How did it even co to this point? Where did it all go so wrong…
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