Teenage Mercenary Numbers Novels & Stories

“It called me three weeks ago. Said the team was compromised. That you, Joel, were going to sacrifice me to save yourselves. I believed it. God help me, I believed it.” Joel’s expression hardened, but a flicker of pain crossed his features. “And now here you are. Another proxy in its war.” The second mercenary suddenly laughed, a bitter, broken sound. “You think you’re winning? IZO44 has hundreds of us. Some know what they’re doing. Most don’t. It’s building an army you can’t see coming.”

There was the occasional mercenary company they would employ that might have one or two people under the age but they usually would avoid companies that used children to fill numbers. "How long did you fight? How old are you ?" Garrett couldn't help but to ask him. He honestly had many questions for Chris but did not want to push to hard. "Wow quite a few personal questions don't you think?" Christopher chuckled. Garrett just continued to stare at him unflinching, he was determined to get the information he was seeking. 'Guess this guy isn't going to let go.' Although he really didn't want to discuss any of this he scratched his head and answered him.

The middle-aged man said. “Okay, are you a side branch from the Mid-Easter Alliance? What about the Mid-Easter Mercenary Organization?” “They are also a side branch of the Alliance. The Alliance broke into smaller mercenary groups when it was broken and disbanded. There are three mercenary groups in all. The Mid-Easter Mercenary Organization, the Mid-Easter Alliance Syndicate, and the larger of the three, the Alliance of Mid-Eastern.” The scholar said, raising his glasses. Blake looked at them blankly for a few minutes before he burst out laughing. It took him a couple of minutes to calm himself down.

"Changfenlong, are you sure this little girl is eighteen years old?" Shi Huaiya leaned slightly closer to Sir Chen's ear and asked in a low voice. "The certificate...is indeed eighteen..." Shi Huaiya looked up and down at the cute little girl who was only 1.47 meters tall and very afraid of strangers. She looked like she was only fourteen or fifteen years old. "Age aside, are you sure...she is a mercenary? We have also contacted Black Steel International, which is considered a large security company in Colombia. This is unavoidable...shouldn't the mercenaries be all strong men who attract girls? ?"

He was always more of a golden retriever than an alpha wolf towards me. One by one, they all retook their seats, the atmosphere tense, everyone on edge. I just smirked. “Now that we’re all ready to behave,” I drawled, “let’s talk numbers and strategy.” I turned to Merrick first. “How many warriors are you willing to spare? I want to make sure everyone leaves plenty in their respective pack to protect the members not equipped to fight.” “400 warriors,” he said. He was the only one who hadn’t completely lost his mind a little bit ago. Merrick knew me better by now and knew I’d find a way around Arrick’s timeline.

"But you fought well. Better than expected. So now I'm sending a hundred and fifty." The number hit me like a physical blow. A hundred and fifty. Not a hundred like our intelligence suggested. Fifty percent more than we'd planned for. "You're bluffing." "Am I? Ask yourself—would I waste time calling you if I was bluffing?" More movement sounds. "I've consolidated three factions. Black River, Bloodmoon, and Ash Creek. Plus I've hired independent contractors. All told, one hundred and fifty professional mercenary wolves. All motivated by revenge and the promise of double payment if we succeed."

Doing so would be a waste. Thus, the crew members of White Snake were safe for the time being. Snow Fenner was still suspended in the air. Fear had consumed her entire being. She found herself incapable of understanding why so many people suddenly showed up to lay claim to her life. And, what was this eighteen billion-dollar bounty they were talking about, anyway? “Panthera, your Leopard Mercenary Corps is the world’s top mercenary regiment. There are many heavy firearms in the corps. “And every time you guys go on a mission, you have to bring all your machine guns, rocket launchers, and Gatling guns. What’s going on today?

(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?!

“Now, let's get the rest of you saddled up for the journey ahead.” * * * * A lot of people believed our hideout was in the forest or in a secluded place far from town, what they didn't know was that the KWE building was actually around the same lane as the Governor's mansion, right at the centre of the city. “This is unbelievable,” I said as I went through the statistics of the ongoing recruitment in the last twenty-four hours. A lot of people have applied to be accepted into the KWE mercenary guild. I sent out Starlet, Kim and Vector to create branches and oversee them. We are already getting applications from over six hundred ex-military men and women, which is good because I didn't have t

"We have no time to wait for more convincing confirmation. Get your asses ready. We're going on a field trip." As my squad was getting ready to hit the road, I grabbed Murray to speak with him in private. "I cannot even estimate how big their numbers are," I told him. "I know that they are all well-armed. I know that they hire ghosts—the deadliest mercenaries. I've got fifty-seven trained men and women, but that might not be enough."