Draw The Squad 3 Novels & Stories

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

“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.

“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.

Miko stepped forward, taking Killian’s place. “Alright – listen up!” Miko’s said, “I want three squads. We will know more about the Shifters as they get closer, and we can develop our exact plan of attack later. But one werewolf is worth ten Shifters, so I we’ll do three squads of five.” “For squad leaders, it’ll be myself, Samuel,” Miko gestured to the older warrior to his right, before looking up, right at me. “And Vee.” Samuel stepped forward, his bushy brows furrowed. “You don’t mean to tell me you’re about to put a squad of our men into the hands of some unknown female?”

"Good morning LIN!" Ashley bowed shortly. Alex patted her head as he walked by. The rest greeted him with less vigour, Andrew way less than the others. "I suppose you are Squad 10, aren't you?" he looked at them. "Yup! That's us all right!" Ethan affirmed, smiling widely. Alex adjusted his glasses and smiled back at him. He turned to them all. "Okay then. Let's get down to business as I have somewhere else to be."

"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 .

"Jim, Vic told me to stay with you. We really don't want to be separated from you. You're the only person we've ever truly trusted. You once told us our squad would never break up." Hearing all this, Jim fell silent for a long time. Just as he turned to leave, Todd, Mona, and Julian all grabbed at his sleeves. In that moment, after life and death, after suspicion and countless trials, their squad was still holding together. Jim suddenly smiled. The icy despair left behind by Sophie's betrayal finally began to thaw. "Captain Reid, I'd like to keep my squad intact," Jim said. "You're a league, right? Could you let us join your league as a full team?"