Dc Mercenary 소설 & 이야기

He stays on top of her for a while before pulling out of her and as soon as he gets off, Vivian curses him under her breath and heads towards the door but before she could get there, Clement halts her. Clement "Vivian! Vivian" 😒 Sir? Clement " Summon asset 1 to my office. Vivian" As you wish sir. After that, Vivian walks out of the office and shortly after her departure an odd looking guy in a body armour enters the office. The guy's name Douglas okene. He's a mercenary for hire and he sometimes carries assassinations to earn an extra buck. Douglas is a ruthless individual with little or no regard for human life,

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

Haris asked. "Mercenaries," Marcus replied. "They scattered the moment the gas hit. They aren't loyal to a dead man. Without Dewangga’s bankroll, they’ll vanish back into the underworld." Serena closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the cushioned seat. The adrenaline that had kept her upright was beginning to ebb, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion. She thought of Clarisa, safe in a house in Bogor, blissfully unaware that her mother had just walked through fire.

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

(He says placing his hands in his pockets with his thumbs out as he appears to lean back relax and nonchalantly) Sergeant Richards: Quite the mouth you're subordinate has there. It'll be a shame if we couldn't actually work on a deal after all I am interested in employing you all as mercenaries but not for any government. (He says as he holds up a flyer for a recruitment station Danztler had once placed back in Tokyo) Dantzler: See Xanne! He said the work word!! This means potential ally. Xanne: What about our fuel? Also who you calling a subordinate?!

These individuals were stronger and higher ranked than the ones keeping watch on Darcy. The members of Zion Mercenaries were mostly war veterans. The organization was active in the western criminal world. The members were highly involved in overturning political powers and assassinating political figures.

“Who are you?” The man stopped near the bottom of the stairs. “Director Adrian Mercer.” Mercer. The name meant nothing to me. But Lucien physically flinched. And Cameron ... Cameron went still in a way that made my wolf uneasy. Not because he recognized the man. Because he recognized the title. Director. Not Commander. Not Council member. Not even a general or something like that. He was something above standard military structure. Mercer folded his hands behind his back almost casually. “I oversaw the Blackridge behavioral adaptation initiative during the border wars.”

"She's a former sniper, dishonorably discharged, and was recently a suspect in a case down in Columbia along with this character." Once more the screen changed. A dark eyed man with tousled hair was captured walking down a street, facing a camera. "Damian Naraujo, who lives in El Paso. Naraujo on the surface is just a computer consultant, but we know of him because of his work in South America. He's a mercenary, people or companies hire him to take out competitors in emerging markets. Mostly tech, but he'll do anything for anyone at the right price." "And you think he's related all because of a dead body?" Priscilla wasn't sure she bought that. It was a leap. A big one.

Marya asked, dissolving the deep thoughts Dylan has. Dylan glanced at Maftah for a moment. Then Maftah gave him a small nod. “I work as a mercenary.” "Um, I see. What jobs have you handled as a mercenary?” "Mostly, I became an additional troop for the monster's subjugation mission in monster-prone areas." “Impressive. So you're used to seeing monsters apparently. Are they the same as depicted in the book? I don't know for sure because I only saw their pictures in books.”

Blake said, irritated. With his head still lowered, the bald man slowly got up and placed his hands before him like a child being scolded. “Okay, can you get the bounty removed?” Blake asked. He needed it removed, or there would be troubles. The bald man furrowed his brow in contemplation and then finally nodded. “Okay, what is the name of your mercenary organization?” Blake finally asked. “We are the Mid-Easter Mercenary Organization.” The bald man proudly said. “Are you affiliated with the Mid-Eastern Alliance?” Blake asked surprisingly.