Meanwhile…
"So, they already chose who's going on the mission, huh?" one of the guards in the family wing said, breaking the silence with his dragging voice. He leaned back, hands shoved into his pockets, mind drifting somewhere else.
"They really just chose those in the Inner Circle," he muttered, unsure how to feel about it.
The men around him glanced his way until one finally asked, "Did you submit your form?"
"Yeah," he replied with a sigh. "I did."
But of course, he wasn't chosen. Even though the weakest team in the Order was already too numb to be bothered by the label — too numb from all the mockery from other groups and even their own circle — being rejected still left an unpleasant sting.
"Just think, not all of them will come back alive," one of them joked, though the attempt at comfort failed miserably.
Missions were always risky and dangerous. But that didn't stop them. They had pride and egos that needed proving too.
