Pablo stood before his soldiers, and their eyes locked onto him as if he were the only star in their sky.
Once he confirmed no man among them would abandon the mission, he took the next step.
"I assume all of you know how to fight?" He asked.
"Yes, sir!" they roared, voices firm with conviction.
Pablo nodded. "Good. Now, before we move forward..."
He plunged his hand into his bracelet and pulled out a sleek, red rectangular box. He placed it on the ground, and every gaze snapped to it.
Only Cupid recognized it. She had been there when Pablo instructed Nike to build this exact container.
Reading the curiosity in their faces, Pablo didn't drag it out. He flipped open the lid. The red plastic creaked.
The soldiers instinctively leaned in—but they hadn't been given permission to approach.
Nevertheless, Pablo shared the details himself.
"Come forward one by one and pick one piece only. Keep it safe, don't lose it and make sure it doesn't break."
