Whitmore. And I think the fasted way for me to get there would be via chopper. And I am looking around at the moment, and I am wondering if I can find someone with a helicopter.”
“Oh, crap just take the damn thing. But make sure you return it with a full tank or else I will stop cutting you checks.”
And as Tony the lawyer took to the chopper like a kid who had been finally allowed back into the world after a solid week of grounding, Denis and Damaris continued kissing. Well, he had been a bad boy once, but as the dictum says, even bad boys need some loving. Well, it's not a dictum. But what the heck!!
THE END
MILITARY BILLIONAIRE: THE MERCHANT OF DEAD
-The tribal war, 1564 AD-
“We need more ammunition!!” the commander yelled as soon as he had instructed his people to fall back. From the look of things, it seemed as though everything was going haywire and the commander had two options – tell his troops to fall back and retreat into the bushes or stand the ground and fight to the death.
And judging from what the king had instructed the commander, England wasn’t going to cow down to her enemies. And that only left him with one options only – to fight tot eh death. He hated having to lose people, but from the look of things, their enemies weren’t normal people. As a matter of fact, it seemed as though they were frail in the day but in the night, it seemed as though they were becoming monsters.
In the commanders thirty years as leader of the English army, he had never seen anything like this. And it had gotten to a point where his advisors were starting to tell him to defy the king, run for his life and then beg for his mercy. But the commander was too darn arrogant to allow himself to ever do that. If anything, he would rather die than throw himself at anyone’s feet and ask for forgiveness.
“That is my final word. We need more ammunition for our guns. If we don’t have any by nightfall, then I am afraid that those creatures from the east will come back and we will be done!”
“We can just retreat and live to fight another day.”
“NO WAY! WE STAND AND FIGHT!! AND WHERE THE HELL IS THE DEATH DEALER??!”
Everyone was quiet and looked around. And it was at that point that the handsome, well-built blue eyed war engine, Viktor sauntered through the tent and went into an immediate troop attention, recognizing the presence of the commander with a salute.
“Good. How are we doing in the armory?”
“It’s bad sir. We have used all of the arrows and spears as well as swords. And the canons are almost done. We will need some soldiers to dig up the clay and burn it but that would do us any good because those monsters can’t be touched. They move too fast and they can’t die. Word on the barracks is that the enemy is in cahoots with creatures that are abominations and we aren’t going to win this war no matter how hard we fight.”
There was dead silence in the tent. The only sound was that of the gust beating against the roof of the tent. For a moment, the commander was confused. It was only a couple of minutes till nightfall and he knew that he had absolutely nothing against the enemy. And now, from the look of things, his pride was going to be put to test without a doubt and that was something he wasn’t going to live to regret.
But before he had the opportunity to think of a way in which they were going to stay on top of their game, they heard screams coming from the barracks and they all grabbed their swords and watched. It was clear that they were under attack and that there was nothing they could do about it.
“We defend the commander with all we have until our last breath!”
But that was the last word that ever came out of the soldier who was standing next to the commander. The lights were out and then without any warning; his throat was snatched. Everyone was killed that night, all except for Viktor, the war engineer.
“Oh, crap just take the damn thing. But make sure you return it with a full tank or else I will stop cutting you checks.”
And as Tony the lawyer took to the chopper like a kid who had been finally allowed back into the world after a solid week of grounding, Denis and Damaris continued kissing. Well, he had been a bad boy once, but as the dictum says, even bad boys need some loving. Well, it's not a dictum. But what the heck!!
THE END
MILITARY BILLIONAIRE: THE MERCHANT OF DEAD
-The tribal war, 1564 AD-
“We need more ammunition!!” the commander yelled as soon as he had instructed his people to fall back. From the look of things, it seemed as though everything was going haywire and the commander had two options – tell his troops to fall back and retreat into the bushes or stand the ground and fight to the death.
And judging from what the king had instructed the commander, England wasn’t going to cow down to her enemies. And that only left him with one options only – to fight tot eh death. He hated having to lose people, but from the look of things, their enemies weren’t normal people. As a matter of fact, it seemed as though they were frail in the day but in the night, it seemed as though they were becoming monsters.
In the commanders thirty years as leader of the English army, he had never seen anything like this. And it had gotten to a point where his advisors were starting to tell him to defy the king, run for his life and then beg for his mercy. But the commander was too darn arrogant to allow himself to ever do that. If anything, he would rather die than throw himself at anyone’s feet and ask for forgiveness.
“That is my final word. We need more ammunition for our guns. If we don’t have any by nightfall, then I am afraid that those creatures from the east will come back and we will be done!”
“We can just retreat and live to fight another day.”
“NO WAY! WE STAND AND FIGHT!! AND WHERE THE HELL IS THE DEATH DEALER??!”
Everyone was quiet and looked around. And it was at that point that the handsome, well-built blue eyed war engine, Viktor sauntered through the tent and went into an immediate troop attention, recognizing the presence of the commander with a salute.
“Good. How are we doing in the armory?”
“It’s bad sir. We have used all of the arrows and spears as well as swords. And the canons are almost done. We will need some soldiers to dig up the clay and burn it but that would do us any good because those monsters can’t be touched. They move too fast and they can’t die. Word on the barracks is that the enemy is in cahoots with creatures that are abominations and we aren’t going to win this war no matter how hard we fight.”
There was dead silence in the tent. The only sound was that of the gust beating against the roof of the tent. For a moment, the commander was confused. It was only a couple of minutes till nightfall and he knew that he had absolutely nothing against the enemy. And now, from the look of things, his pride was going to be put to test without a doubt and that was something he wasn’t going to live to regret.
But before he had the opportunity to think of a way in which they were going to stay on top of their game, they heard screams coming from the barracks and they all grabbed their swords and watched. It was clear that they were under attack and that there was nothing they could do about it.
“We defend the commander with all we have until our last breath!”
But that was the last word that ever came out of the soldier who was standing next to the commander. The lights were out and then without any warning; his throat was snatched. Everyone was killed that night, all except for Viktor, the war engineer.
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