"Styles, are you listening?" Captain Will snapped from his spot at the front of the pack. Damnit-I'd lost my focus.
Being his second in command, I couldn't afford to make mistakes like that, it could cost my squad more than I'd like to think about. I snapped to attention, my mind narrowing on the surroundings as well as the machine gun in my possession. "Yes sir, just thought I saw something in the brush" I called back as quietly as I could without getting
our cover blown. The battle that took place yesterday took out a good portion of our arms, but the enemy had gotten crucial information on our battle plans,and given that my squad was the most eligible-despite our missing numbers-we were tasked with the responsibility of retrieving those documents. No matter the cost.We were signaled forward, our feet making almost no sound despite our heavy boots and lumbering bodies. It wasn't long before we saw the base camp of the Ferdans, where we broke out into small groups to divide and conquer. Leading Weasley and Simon, next in rank after me, I made my way through the tree line and behind the first set of guards. Where I knocked them out soundly with the butt of my riffle. Signaling my men on, we ventured further into the camp, where we continued to dispatch men-with only a few minor scuffles-until we were within the compound's sad excuse for a fortress.
Looking down both sides of the hallway before leading us on, we turned into the hall, only to find it had a fork just around the corner. "Left or right, sir?" Simon asked, hoping from foot to foot nervously. Understandable, he was new to the army, still yet to get a full chest of hair. "Sir?" "You two go right, I'll head left." I answered. "No arguments. I'm more experienced than the both of you. Stay alert" I added when I saw the hesitation on their faces. Without another word but a simple nod, we split apart,me heading down the hall without the weight of my men looming over me. I worked better as a lone soldier, not with the added title of babysitter. I was scanning the hall for a possible room to search when the sound of voices forced me to take cover.And free-fall down a flight of stairs.