The mercenary and the detective

illiams,

Sacr

d tall amidst the ravages of war. We are o

ywhere. Under my command, we faced the Russ

ians. As we advanced, I noticed something strange. Our enemies had disappeared. They were no longer near their

m to hide, keeping ev

all, then crouch down and reload my gun. I

ed his weapon, turning around, looking for any movement from our enemy, and p

ned my instinct to investigate. So I

d carefully. Stay aler

. Watching for any movement. But it was very q

ten carefully to see if there w

g of all my friends. Every beat of their hearts revealed determinati

looked at Thaddeus, and he pointed ahead o

d, and I tried

e to run. We had

pulled my companions aside and shouted desperate

g heat. I was thrown among the rubble and the charred bodies of m

to free myself from the rubble. As I looked at a fallen sol

at the wreckage covering my hips and legs. I was tr

urning, I could smell the strong odor. The bomb had b

't hear well, and little by littl

. However, one thought echoed in my mind: the responsibilit

" I lamented as I clutched the pistol my father had given me. The only pistol that had remained with me in the f

I had passed out and woken up again. It was like a nightmare. Th

rprised to see me move, he, a Russian, helped me and took me to his humble h

'' He hurried me to his house. And I closed

er. I would be wanted by the Russians if they found me, so he helped me find a place where. I could sleep without anyone finding me. I accepted with enormous gratitude and set off in disguise among

k hold of me. The loss of my friends in the war, th