Rise and Fall: Book One of the Blood and Tears Trilogy
by Joshua P. Simon
The Hell Patrol, a mercenary outfit, are sneaking out of their employer’s encampment in the middle of the night…
“Where are Cassus and Krytien? They should be here by now.”
“You got me, Boss,” said Kroke, again cleaning his nails.
“We’ll give them ten more minutes and then we head out. They can catch up later.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Is that really necessary?”
“Is what necessary?”
“That,” said Jonrell pointing at the dagger. “How can they be dirty if you’re constantly cleaning them?”
“They aren’t. Just habit I guess. Like the way a blade feels in my hand is all.” Kroke sheathed the knife and looked up. “Don’t sweat it, Boss. They’ll be here.”
Jonrell sighed.
“See, that’s them coming out the camp now,” said Kroke with a nod. He pulled out a different knife, picking at the nails on his other hand.
Jonrell shook his head and turned toward the encampment. He squinted and saw some movement but couldn’t make out more than a few shapes in the night. The distance was too great. “How can you tell it’s them?”
“I can’t.” Kroke shrugged his shoulders. “Just trying to be positive is all.”
“You’re unbelievable, you know that.”
“Thanks.”
“It wasn’t a compliment.”
Kroke sheathed his blade and pulled out another that he started spinning in his hand, a small grin crawled across his face as he watched the blade dance in the moonlight.
“How about you do something useful and grab Yanasi? Something’s up and I need her eyes. That’s definitely Cassus in front but there is no way that many soldiers were worth bringing with us.”
“Sure thing, Boss.”
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