Chapter 90: Mission Brief
Charon and the others stood in a line, listening to a grizzled officer announce their mission details. They were standing outside the wall in a field, with nothing else being around them, save some grass and budding flowers.
A brisk wind blew through them, their robes billowing out behind them. The Wardens’ chains clanged lightly, creating a soft ringing.
’This isn’t where I would have chosen to have a mission debrief.’
"You were all scouts, except these two new lieutenants. Fast and creative, that’s what a scout is! That should make this assignment easy as pie."
He paused as his bushy eyebrows rose, his lips pressed into a disapproving frown.
"If the pie were poisoned, armed with a thousand laser rifles, and a mean streak as ugly as your mothers combined! This task is no easy one, gentlemen, and of that I am certain! Why on the gods’ green river did the High Elders assign this to you, I have no idea."
He raised his foot and slammed it down, similar to a child.
"I have such little idea why this occurred, that I brought it to my superior! He had such little idea, that he brought it to his! My commanding officer’s commanding officer didn’t give a dragon’s shit, and so neither shall I!"
With robotic movements, he raised his white gloved hand, slipped it between the placket of his jacket, and withdrew a yellow envelope. He then hesitated, holding the item aloft as his gaze snapped between Charon and Emerius.
Seemingly reaching a decision, he clicked his heels together and barked.
"You are both equal in rank! Given that I am not willing, nor able, to break the rules of this here army, and selecting one of you to be superior would be doing so by breaking my ranks authority, I am going to hold this letter until one of you decides your balls shine like brass, and are therefore willing to break rank!"
The two glanced at each other, neither sure who should move, before Charon decided it was better that he took it.