Death and the devil.
Find them. Kill them.
Twelve months. One year. I watched from the sidelines. I saw my friends die doing what I couldnt. Now, I’m back where I belong—soldiers with blood on our hands, burning the men who threatened innocent lives. We were outsmarted. Backed into a corner.
Then they slipped up. Stealing our information left a trail and I will find them.
They’ll run. I’ll follow. They’re ghosts in the forest. Death and the Devil. They’ve led me straight into hell and now they won’t ever let me go.
Find them. Kill them.
