The Return of Lord Bryan

Chapter sixty eight

Davis walked into his office. It was a nice place with the couch facing the open field behind a shield of clear glass. To his left was a small fireplace and a bookshelf nestled right beside it.

Before the door stood a small stand of awards, right there hung all the medals that the man had won in his lifetime and it was a lot. From trophies to medallions to everything shiny stood on the stand and a picture of him with the rest of the team was proudly hung on the wall.

With a soft and melancholic smile, Bryan moved to the picture on the wall and ran the tip of his fingers through it. It was a picture from their first week in the army. The generals had been sweaty and tired while Davis pushed them on. He didn't have any mercy in the young soldiers because he wanted them to come out the best in the squad that season - and they did.

After many months of intense training and sleepless nights at the camp, they finally were picked to join the team that would be sent out for the mission. Dav