I doubt anyone would bother to read this anymore, but I promised myself I would at least finish the first book.
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2
After Dylflon retreated behind the rocks, the three men holding up Bond, formed a tight circle.
“It feels weird to be on this side,” Typhoid observed while trying to make small talk. “Usually, I am on the side with the number advantage and some well laid out plan. What do we do here?”
Swan giggled softly to himself, “This will come back to haunt us one day, that I am sure, but when you are on this side. No amount of planning or numbers will help you. It’s all about your basic instinct to survive.”
“And the fact is when you don’t have a plan, there is little room for anything to go wrong so we can just keep acting.” Fox added to his friend’s point.
Typhoid loosened his grip on Bond, and let out a hearty laugh, “So you are telling me the reason you always bet us is because you luck out?” The thought had never occurred to him that they just winged it.
“In essence, that is what being a hero is about. 90% luck and 10% drive to do well.” Bond said still in pain, which he tried his best to hide.
“You heroes are fools, it’s a wonder some of you were so easy to take down.”
“That may well be your opinion, but for now you will have to do it our way.” Fox retorted.
“Which is what exactly?” Typhoid jokingly asked.
“Haven’t you been playing attention…” Swan broke rank and rushed towards Geo,” we hope for the best.”
Fox let go of Bond so that he could aid his friend as well. Typhoid turned to Bond, “I could kill you right now, and it would be one of the proudest moments for the Coalition, but it would mean nothing without my friend so consider yourself fortunate.”
Bond knew the threat was empty as he needed Bond just like he needed Fox and Swan on his side, but he humored him, “Well then, it shall be in my prayers tonight.”
“Now where do you want to go?”
Bond looked at Typhoid puzzled, “What do you mean?”
“You obviously are of no use to anyone with a leg you can barely walk on so where should I put you away from harm?”
Bond never felt more insulted in his life, “You think that I am going to send those brave souls out there to fight on their own without risking my own life? Sure, I may not be as mobile as they are, but I can guarantee you that I am still an important asset.”
“Sure sure… whatever you say gimpy.” Typhoid dropped Bond on the floor as he rushed over to deal damage to Raged, he still had a lot of animosity towards that one.
Bond crawled over to get a good shot. He took a deep breath and readied his gun.
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Give me some time to get back into the groove of writing this.
And hopefully, I don't make too many time mistakes as it has been like 6 weeks.
