The Immortal Greed

The Second Encounter

Blackwolf Base camp, Mt. Elberus

Since the circulated information between his two trusted Agents, he had always found himself staring blankly at a wall or the ceiling of his room. His eyes trained to unnecessary imperfections of the facility's metal work and the smooth moldings of solid metal as their walls. The lights seemed to illuminate brighter every time he stared at it. It was disturbing for him. His bed, a not-so-deep cushion, had become one of his comfort furniture that he could rely on when he was going to battle himself with the doubts about choosing the military life once again and between leaving his wife in pain.

“What are you doing, Lance.” He said to himself.

He was not facing rebels anymore, they would be facing unmatched and unchartered enemies that the possibility of winning was thin or uncalculated. But deep in his blood, he could sense that what they were doing was right. A misplaced calling to arms, the necessity