Lieutenant Kotler Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Just keep on looking, Homer!” Homer immediately showed respect by bowing his head. “I will try to find a lead again, Sir! Rest assured I will find one this time. I will report back to you as soon as possible.” Homer Saltouen left his office quickly, leaving Colton inside speechless and thinking. People who are working for him know he dislikes traitors. He will never forgive them. At some point, Colton questioned himself. ‘Did Mr. Lim betrayed me that day or did he simply fail?’ The questions in Colton's kept roaming in his mind.

I followed the trail of blood. After passing through some bushes, I saw a figure of a man wearing a green military-style coat lying on the ground. It seems he is the lieutenant who was called from the walkie-talkie earlier. Seeing his condition, I quickly checked the pulse on his wrist. It was beating but very slowly. This man must be losing consciousness. After looking around, I turned his body over to lie on his back. I didn't have enough energy to carry him to a more comfortable place, so I just pushed aside the surrounding undergrowth a bit.

Captain Welton clears his throat, "So, I guess you two already know First Lieutenant Wendell here. He is the second commander of our team, he specializes in deadly combat and computers. He was the one who does all our investigations through the system, he was also the one who wiped out the footages where Dr. Hawl was caught sneaking in the basement." Heat creeps up through my cheeks as I remember that night and the scene where my cleavage was on full expose. I am thankful that the light coming from Lieutenant Stone's laptop is not enough to show my tinted cheeks. "First Lieutenant Stone is my lookout whenever I roam around the facility to investigate."

"Good luck, Sir." "Take care of yourselves," I nod in her direction, as I pat my best friend on the back. I'm asking a lot of Lieutenant Carter tonight. His assignment is dangerous, especially if it turns out to be a trap. But Kate is one of the best tech minds in the world. If anyone could keep my second in command safe, it would be his beautiful and talented fiancée. "You too, Boss," he says, shaking my hand as he claps my shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm not there to watch you."

She departed. “Sheesh, what a douchebag,” Katie snorted once the lieutenant faded into the distance. We all quivered since the Jormungand commander was in front of us. Instead of being offended, he nodded to agree. “Sadly, Del Rio is going to be promoted to captain after this run.” “Her… a captain?” Wilt said incredulously. “Sounds like you dislike her,” Alex murmured. “She’s a good leader, but not a team player,” he said. “Enough about that. So tell me what’s going on in India.” Once again, we exchanged skeptical looks.

Even his pants tore from the expansion. “Seven Kicks of Absolution. Get ready to die!” Jonathan yelled. He sent repeated attacks by kicking forward. When a few of Jonathan’s subordinates saw this, they started laughing loudly. “Lieutenant Lawrence, it looks like you’re going to become a disciple of our boss. You’re not fated to become the commander of Flying Eagles.” After they finished speaking, Colton continued throwing his fist forward, unyielding. His fist struck the bottom of Jonathan’s foot. Boom!

Or Marshall. If I had to do it again...if I had to split Hartland's face in two all over again...I would. As long as it meant he learned one thing: you don't humiliate Chelsea Lynch. Not while I'm breathing. A flick of light caught my attention. I opened my eyes to see Kolt leaning against the club wall, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. He puffed out slowly, smoke curling around him like a halo. A cop stood nearby, jotting notes. Kolt spoke easily, like he was in control, like none of this touched him.

Brown skinned, dark haired, gray eyed and sporting a few combat scars on his face. “This is Lieutenant Able Froster of the third platoon. But now second in command of Lictor Squad. Your new outfit Captain Likaya.” Aster offered a hand to the Lieutenant, hesitant at first. The man inched his hand towards hers and shook it, their scarred palms met, signaling some measure of an assurance that both had served in battle. “Captain.” Able Froster’s voice was blunt yet clear. The perfect military tone. “A pleasure Lieutenant,” She replied as they returned to the introduction.

“If you die, obviously, it won’t matter.” She nodded. “Yeah.” “Who is leading Beta team in this battle?” She smiled slightly. “Well, I guess that’s one bright spot. Twenty is being promoted to Captain, and he picked Forty-Five for his lieutenant. Prepare for our new lieutenant to be utterly unbearable for the next few days… uh… if you’re still here.” I shook my head. “I won’t be. So if I didn’t get into the tablet- or so they think- what is the plan?”