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Rhys I read the reports my intelligence sergeant sent over and study every detail with keen interest. It appears they want our unit to solve a problem before they leave for the Mafia. The reason my unit is the most successful isn't because I have the best men though I do consider them incomparable. It's not due to strength or weaponry but strategy.Which is one of the reasons my father didn't want me to leave the States. My father depended so much on my plans from the time I was a kid. Everything he did was low-key inspired by my tactics.Needless to say, he's been feeling bitter since I left for the army a couple years back before the mission. Viktor still gives me information about the affairs back at home despite my explicit instructions not to. His excuse is that I need to be in the loop because knowledge is power.Apparently, according to Viktor's spies, my sister is subtly confiscating that power after having crowned herself head of the family once my father retires.Of cours

JuneWater dripped somewhere in the distance, steady and irritating. Voices floated around outside, blurred into background noise. None of it mattered. Not compared to the one thing I wanted to hear.My husband’s footsteps.I pressed closer to the window. The flowers Mark and I planted together brushed against the sill, filling the air with the faint scent of jasmine. I reached out and touched their petals. Soft. Real. Unlike the growing terror that he’d simply vanished.Where was he? I have been waiting. The soup I prepared stayed cold on the table.“Call Sarah,” I said into my phone.“Calling Sarah,” the AI responded.After a long buzzing, she finally answered.“Hey, June.”“Hey. Have you seen Mark? Maybe he stopped by with your dog or… I don’t know… football with Tyler?”“Nope. Haven’t seen him in a week.” She paused. “Is something wrong?”“I’ve been calling him nonstop. He isn’t answering. I’m worried.” I say, my voice trembling.“Relax, doll,” she said between bites — probably an

JuneI held the plastic bottle in my hand as Nurse Caroline examined the contents.She didn’t even try to hide the horror in her eyes.“Well, it’s confirmed.” She sat across from us, voice clipped. “These drugs have been damaging your retina—slowly. And the second one is paralyzing your leg nerves.”My heart slammed against my ribs. “Is there a cure?” I muttered. “Can I get my sight and legs back?”“Luckily, yes.” Caroline slid two new prescription bottles toward me. “But you need consistency. And these—” she tapped the bottle I brought “—shouldn’t exist. They aren’t on the market yet.”Sarah snorted. “She got them from a roadside pharmacist.” Apparently she doesn't want people to know my condition.Caroline didn’t even blink. “That wasn’t a pharmacist. This drug—Luxyline-Z—is experimental. It’s used in neuro-compliance research. In basic English? It rewires a person’s sensory nerves so they become dependent on whoever administers it.”My blood ran cold. My hands trembled for a moment

June I huffed out, my ribs hurt so much that I might pass out from the pain.It turns out I connived and snuck into this establishment without proper training because as Kimberly put it, there wasn't enough time to train me.My muscles ached, and I groan with each movement. I'm sluggish, I lack energy and I'm weighed down by heavy army boots. Each step is a struggle, every breath scratchy and choked.A buzzing sounds in my ear as I leaned against the toilet wall to calm my heavy breathing. I lift my hands, the florescent lights giving a gruesome visual to my cuts.This place definitely has no regard for women.“And who do we have here?” A distinctive Russian accent shakes me out of my little bubble of peace.The hallway comes into focus with it's greenish stains and dark walls that belongs in a prison than a military institution.My eyes goes to the one who spoke, Anton. He's a senior military in my unit that displays such toxic behavior and arrogance.This time, he's accompanied by

RhysCold sweat broke out on my skin as I sat up on my military bed.I can't forget her face no matter how hard I tried. Her blonde curls and those beautiful big, brown doe eyes.I thought that I'll never see her again. But alas here she is, beaten up and in danger.‘It’s just a joke' she said. I scoffed at her statement. I twisted the ring on my index finger absentmindedly. I'm worried for her.I stare down at the cuts and scars slithering over my skin, serving as a constant reminder of what happened before I got here.The reason I escaped it all. It's also the reason I have this fucked up need to rule it all.No one can deny me or order me to do anything if I'm leader. Infact it'll be the other way around.I throw on some pants and a t-shirt, slipping out of my room to the empty training camp.The soldiers were granted a night out, so they all fucked off to get drinks and pussy while they could, including my men who usually follow me like wannabe shadows.The solace gives me the ca

JuneFour weeks passed into a blur. At first, the rhythm was unbearably exhausting and drove me to the edge of my physical abilities. I nearly threw up and fainted multiple times and I considered calling it quits. That's to the extent it has broke me.But I couldn't. No matter how hard they pushed me. I won't give up on finding him.But on the bright side, my endurance has increased overtime and I'm getting better at sparring these days.When the captain caught me on my challenge, I thought I would never get far with it but as he told me, it's only mind games and once I learnt the rules, it's a lot easier.He has no intention of making me buff just focusing on my strengths and giving coping mechanism for my weaknesses.He mainly focused on my speed and my aim.“It's time for the morning meeting,” the newcomer announces in a gruff, unwelcoming voice.He's Lieutenant Viktor. The Captain's right hand man. Or more like a persistent shadow.I prefer the Captain's company. No, not company.