The soldiers were plenty, the air was heavy, the faces were filled with worry, and the Black Squad members were gripping their weapons nervously. They were all pointing their guns at a lone man that didn't seem afraid in the least.
Was he just a fool? Was he a madman having a death wish? He was slowly advancing toward them, one step at a time. He did so nonchalantly. One would have expected him to be trembling, sweating, and perhaps even downright panicking. No, he was simply walking.
Yet, at this very instant, the pressure wasn't on him but really on the soldiers. They knew they would lose credibility should they let him pass through. However, they also knew they would be in Hell instantly should they decide to stop him. Right at this very moment, Josh Malum was about to render them crazy.
How had Josh managed such a thing? Well, two points, really.
