Draw The Squad 3 소설 & 이야기

Listening to Astrid’s constant chatter every day on the drive to the complex is annoying as fuck, but being alone with my thoughts this morning is even worse. I’m probably just reading into this. I don’t even know why I give a shit. I shouldn’t care. Arriving at the squad complex in record time, I pull the Escalade into my usual parking spot and climb out, heading for the practice field. Squad members are still trickling out of the doors from the barracks, while many others are scattered on the field already, stretching and warming up. I quickly spot the other squad leaders circled up together, and as usual, Quinn, Fallon, and Astrid are with them. I head their way, lifting my chin in greeti

Fikri said mockingly when he saw Sean remain silent. Sean was too lazy to pay attention to him. A small fry like Fikri was not worth his time. If Fikri had not smashed his car today, Sean would not have taken him seriously at all. “Move aside, move aside! The Azure Squad has arrived!” Suddenly someone spoke in a trembling voice. The crowd turned and looked outside the gathering. A Toyota Land Cruiser had stopped, and then the Azure Squad stepped out with several sturdy men. “Make way! Who hurt my brothers? Step forward!” Dio, the third son, pushed through the crowd and shouted.

“The last cultists who tried that are currently having very quiet, very uninteresting afterlives.” More laughter, a little sharper this time. Rhea blew a whistle. “Positions!” Squad One clustered around Rin, forming a lopsided defensive ring. Squad Two melted back toward the far end of the field, spreading out. Rowan and Mara took up spots on the sideline; Rowan had chalked three crude versions of the mutated symbol into the dirt at random intervals, faint glows already flickering around them. “When you hear ‘mark,’” he called, “eyes first, then brains, then mouths. Hands last.”

He turned to Maxine and White Tiger, the two titans among them, for guidance. The two men's eyes were locked on Alexander, waiting for his signal. "Now's the time!" Alexander's voice was a whisper as he watched Dak's crew draw the attention of a swarm of wild penguins. He scanned his team. "I'll take the point, White Tiger's got our six, Black Tortoise on the left, Maxine on the right. You three, keep Ivano and the rest safe. Got all that?" "Loud and clear!" The elite squad's response was crisp and unified.

Ghosts or not, there was no way I was turning down that pay. "Is your in-game currency the same as the living world?" I asked. "Don't worry," she said. "We go through Aether Bank. It's connected to all major banks, so you can send it directly to your account." I relaxed. "Perfect." "The instance runs once a week. The ghosts arrive a few hours before the players, and that's when you do the makeup." She handed me a stylish wrist device. "This is a summoning device. When it lights up, bring your makeup kit and come to work."

I was literally asking all of them to be buried alive with Asher, so my expectations weren’t high. But as soon as the squad leader signed the contract, one by one the rest of the fifteen squad members did too. My eyes travelled from Asher to the squad who stood behind him. Their emotional auras had united into one fierce flame of pure white loyalty. I gave the squad the entry coordinates. “These coordinates…” the squad leader mumbled, widening his eyes. ‘Trust me,’ I spoke in his mind. “Take positions!” The leader commanded the squad, who knelt around Asher, arranging themselves in a circular formation.

Quin’s reason for transferring was Eden. As Eden’s loyal supporter, there was no way he would betray her. That’s why he didn’t take anything from Quin. Quin was surprised by Ewan’s rejection but didn’t comment. Joy then whispered to Eden, "City of Glory is a really popular MOBA game. Almost everyone at school plays it. I heard TF Squad has won a few championships for our country, and Quin is probably from the squad."

“Good. Make sure to monitor the rest of the island and to look for any suspicious activity. Squad 1-A will be joining you from now on.” The four of us flinched, hearing the name of our squad. I looked at Gabriella and they were already staring at us. She didn’t look scary or intimidating, but she had this cold stare that looks like she doesn’t want us. “I’m Red Quinscity, leader of the squad. Pleased to meet you,” I introduced and extended my hand.

"I'm sorry to tell you, bruh, but it's always going to be this way. All these little girls are going to grow up to do the same sh*t ; get used to it. Speaking of which, when are you going to bring your boys in?" "Not yet, Creed; let them enjoy the next few weeks at least; they're young yet." It had been decided once we accepted that this Squad thing was something we wanted to do that we'd train the next generation in what we do here. If at some point in life they decide that it's not for them, then they can walk away. I'm down with it because it's a good cause and not because asshole Mancini keeps going on about traditions and sh*t .

My voice was low but steady. Julia’s gaze flicked to Stephen. Of course. Waiting for backup. But Desmond spoke first. “I think she’s old enough to choose for herself. It’s her summer, her training.” “Thanks,” I muttered, grateful. I looked back at Desmond. “Can you walk me through the teams again? I don’t really know how they work.” He nodded. “Sure. We’ve got five main squads: Ironclaws they focus on close combat, raw strength, and endurance.