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“I am very brutal and ruthless but I have a certain respect for women and young children. I have only killed one woman in my whole lifetime and I didn’t know it knowingly. It was a stray bullet.” “You must be ex-military,” I sighed. “Something like that but still not the exact thing!” the boss replied confidently. “I work for a private organization which also runs a militia. I am a mercenary and I do everything. I can be a bodyguard, a kidnapper, an assassin, you name it. I do anything and everything and I serve only one thing in my life.” “Money!” I completed it for him. “Truly, a mercenary serves only money in his life. Nothing more, nothing less.”

This mission will yield forth bountiful cash which will aid us expand. “Take your seat guys. You all know why we're here today, right?” I said looking at the face of every one of them. We were all in our early twenties, yet due to the fact we were dishonorable discharged from the army for not obeying a direct order to destroy an entire village, we've bounded up to fight against terrorism as a mercenary group. “Tsk! They can't handle their own mess. Bornu has become a place of war, rather than of peace.” Risky said. He's of average height, lean and a skilled gunfighter.

These individuals were stronger and higher ranked than the ones keeping watch on Darcy. The members of Zion Mercenaries were mostly war veterans. The organization was active in the western criminal world. The members were highly involved in overturning political powers and assassinating political figures.

He begged again, “I have a mate and pups to feed!” “As do we all you slimy fuck,” I hissed, “but that didn’t seem to bother you when you were planning on murdering my men from inside our ranks.” “I just follow orders! The pay is good!” “Yes, I’ve heard about your psychotic mercenary group,” I sneered, “but don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you.” His face clouded with confusion as he looked up at me in disbelief. “What?”

The truck shot forward into the twilight like an arrow. The world outside blurred into streaks of color. Ahead of me lay only danger and the unknown. This was where I belonged. I wasn't anyone's husband, and I wasn't anyone's property. My name is Noah. I'm a free man. A mercenary, always on the move. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

In a natural limestone bowl sheltered from the worst of the wind, the council's hired mercenary camp buzzed with cold, calculating efficiency. Roughly twenty mercenaries—hardened veterans of the southern border wars, clad in mismatched tactical gear and heavy leather dusters—sat around a series of low-burning campfires. They weren't high council enforcers bound by protocol or uniform; they were apex predators-for-hire, answerable only to whoever paid the highest bounty in silver and gold.

(The world pauses entirely around her for a moment as she seems to be gathering energy and attempting to focus on her powers despite screaming frantically. Narrator: "So I can only imagine you're wondering how we got to this point, because this seems like a pretty tumultuous situation. So let's back it up a bit and explain a few things. First off: Hi! I'm your narrator, Kimora Sylvaburn." (The screen does a close up on her falling screaming face.) "Yeah that's totally me there... messed up situation huh? The last time we did this you guys kind of got a bit of a rushed story about us. That's my fault. The snack was tasty so I ate the whole thing without leaving a second thought. This time aro

“Very well then. I would like to know if your master is interested in my proposal and if he can help with recruiting and training an army to overthrow Benedict. Time is not on my side. I have not the patience that Benedict had in planning his coup de grace. I seek mercenaries who will be well rewarded. Rewarded better than they will ever be able to imagine if they can keep their tongues tied and focus on the task at hand until the job is done. Buy the army. Mercenaries. Tribes. I do not care. But they will unite under a leader appointed by me. There will be no dispute. If they want to get paid more handsomely than they could ever imagine.” “’Tis not an easy task you ask. It will take time an

If you have no empathy for the vulnerable, how good of a person can you really be? The mark seems to blaze in response. "They trained me," I reply cautiously. He snorts. "Obviously, but why would they bother?" I refuse to deviate my glance from him, though I have the sudden itch to bow my head to shield my soul from him. "They wanted a weapon, someone that could take the wolves down from within. Who better to do that than one of your own?" I recite the words I've heard for as long as I can remember. My existence only had a purpose, once their mission was complete, I have no doubt that I'd be eliminated.

Not yet an animal. A mercenary with a bastard sword suddenly squeezed Vic's shoulder, who never got close to the target, and pushed him back. He moved cautiously towards the prince. He was in no hurry to attack, remembering Vestovoy, where he had recently witnessed how ten Daitra soldiers were killed under the sword of this guy, who decided to irrevocably borrow money from a lone traveler. And now this. The mercenary spat, not knowing whether to believe the prince. In his long career as an assassin, he had never fought the undead. However, it did not matter much, they had to fulfill the order anyway. That is the law.