"They're all 'killed.'" Rowdy Brightwill said softly, yet there was an unusual undertone to his words.
Even though Drake Easton had doubts about this response, he was not one to delve into details, so he didn't press on.
Dawn was nearing.
Their fight was about to end.
Yet, typically talkative, Rowdy Brightwill started to grow silent. Sitting quietly in his territory, his gun swept forward, vigilantly guarding against enemies within a few hundred meters.
The exercise ended smoothly.
It was only the two soldiers who were bundled up like rice dumplings and not found until the exercise ended who were furious. Wanting to settle scores with the one who "killed" them, they cursed for a long time but couldn't find the culprits. They felt humiliated and were far from comfortable.
...
The rising sun warmed the sky.
