Draw The Squad Novels & Stories

[MAJOR PATROL WEEK] [Morning Team: 4th Year, Squad 3] [Night Team: 5th Year, Elite Squad 1] I keep reading, checking to see who is on the Night Team. [Captain: Raphael] [Members: Raziel, Ilius, Chimera, Sphinx...] Arlo reads the names over my shoulder. "...Fuck."

Frederic continues to complain while I on the other hand actually focus on patrolling. Squad 8 was chosen for the patrol along with Squad 7; we were roughly 18 Legionnaires. Squad 8 consisted of Quintus the one eyed soldier, Pal’lacon the Veteran, Frederick the glutton, Varkii who was our leader, The four poets; Kant, Darren, Stephen, Matthew and lastly, I. Squad 7 did not have a leader so for now they deferred to Varkii. If the circumstances were any different I would have been complaining along with Frederick. But the members of Squad 7 had a stern look that enveloped their eyes. They seemed to be on alert, actually watching out for something.

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.

In a few short sentences, she provided a clear introduction. "The Special Forces squad competition involves Special Forces teams from five major military districts in Hestia. The Northern Military District's team is Sky Drake, the Southern Military District's Mountain Breakers, the Eastern Theater's Shadow Guard, and the Western Theater's Bastion. We, the Central Military District's Nine Nether, are the Special Forces squads of the five major military districts. "Among them, the Eastern Theater's Shadow Guard team is the strongest, having defended the champion title of the Special Forces squad competition for ten consecutive years. The Sky Drake squad is relatively the weakest among the four

Snow closed her eyes and smiled, "I try my best." "Apparently people would never observe decorum except it's forced on them, so yes, the need of a dictator is necessary," Janet said and nodded slightly. "I agree, a leader figure is always needed," Judith said. Luke yawned, "Man I'm tired of waiting, when's the bus going to come?" Ava looked around. Lots of Squads were present. There was Squad 1, Squad 4, Squad 18, Squad 13, Squad 12, Squad 10 and also her Squad, Squad 15.

he said, glancing at Zane. “I agree,” Zane said. “Captain Carlos, bring Cadet Summers here.” As Carlos left, I added, “One more thing—pick a team that won’t let ego get in the way. They should be experienced enough to think for themselves but disciplined enough to follow a lower-ranked leader. Make sense?” “Good call, Luna,” Jason said. “I know just the squad,” Zane replied. A knock interrupted us. “Enter,” Zane called. Summers stepped inside, standing stiffly at attention. “You wanted to see me, Alpha, Luna?”

"All of you did very well but unfortunately there is only ten spot available at the moment. The squad has come to a decision so if your name is mentioned please see Hanna for your uniforms" I tell them. They all nod and wait in anticipation, I took the list from Luan and went back to them. "The names are, Laurel, Paris, Nicole,Kelly, Madison, Meghan, Katherine,France,Kaycee and Chelsea. You made the squad, please move to the left for your uniforms"I tell the excited girls as they follow Hanna to the bench for their dress.

"Squad B, eastern stairs! Go!" Squad B was a twelve-man crew with suppressed rifles. Instead of moving, the squad leader stopped dead, lowered his barrel, and stared at Taro through his night-vision goggles. "Did you hear me?!" Taro shouted over the gunfire. "Take the stairs!" The squad leader didn't answer. He turned his back on Taro, waved a lazy hand to his men, and marched his entire crew toward the rear exit, walking straight away from the fight. "Hey!" Taro's blood went hot in his chest. "Where the hell do you think you're going? Get back in line!"

“We need to talk to the others and decide what we’re doing.” “All of Beta?” I asked nervously. “No… just squad four. Our people.” That was more palatable. She called them in while I quickly sketched out a crude drawing of the map with a charcoal stub, then tucked the tablet away again. Not everyone here knew about the tablet and I wanted to keep it that way.

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