"I still remember how spirited you were when you first joined this unit," Ambrose said with a wry smile.
Natasha paused, taken aback by his sudden statement.
Taking a moment to regain her composure, she replied softly. "That's not the point right now."
"Is that so?"
"Yes!"
Ambrose chuckled. "What would you have me do, Natasha?"
"Hmm?"
"Would you have me sit in this chair and continue in my position as captain after I led more than a hundred men to their deaths?"
"That…" Natasha trailed off as she understood Ambrose's feelings.
Those Enforcers that died were also her comrades, people whom she had fought with.
Even those that had come from other cities were potential comrades that shouldn't have had to die the way they did.
But that was the life of an Enforcer.
Living in a world that abounded with danger from all angles, each person that entered the D.O.D. knew what they were getting into.
But that did not in any way lessen their sacrifices.
