Chapter 17.

Damon watched the general stroll away, fury seeping into him from different directions. Rage is the only weapon he has and to make things more deteriorating, he can't act on the anger. Why can't they just authorize him to put a shot in the general's head? Everyone would have a relaxed mind in the base.

"Woah! Someone's burning." A voice mocked with a deep chuckle and Damon veered around to give the person a dirty glare.

"One more word from you and I'll make you consume your tongue, bloody scoundrel! Why the fuck can't you all mind your business!? Don't you think it's too late to get bloody?" He asked, his glare still locked on the man.

He had no idea what his name is but he's sure they've been put against each other before and from that experience alone, he should stay away from him or he'll vent the anger he has in general on him.

"Cool it off man and congratulations on your triumphant mission." A calm voice muttered, patting Damon's shoulder.

Damon looked back and saw Trevor, "