Commander's Office, Base camp, Mt. Elberus

Equally spaced pen lights shone above the hardwood ceiling that comprised the Blackwolf Commander’s office. The yellow dim lights provided a soothing comfort, perfect for the taste of a veteran soldier like James Johnson. He enjoyed his Cuban cigar as he slouched on his office chair and playfully fingered the wafting smoke with his fingers. He rocked his chair back, his feet stretched below the desk. His head craned upwards looking at the expensive wooden ceiling.

A wolf’s head was carved using a mahogany tree that hung majestically on the right side wall where all his achievements were gloriously placed on a glass panel cabinet. He frequently looked at them with utter glory and honor. But now, all he saw was a mockery of his service or patriotism. To a person what he had become, was beyond the dreams of a dedicated soldier. Corruption had filled his mind and disputes had loomed on his imaginations