Quinn
It was a drill. A hard one. I could sense that the men were tired but I wasn't about to stop. I wasn't about to let them go. I was angry, not at myself, not at the men or at their leader but at their enemies.
What nonsense! I didn't...
Quinn
It was a drill. A hard one. I could sense that the men were tired but I wasn't about to stop. I wasn't about to let them go. I was angry, not at myself, not at the men or at their leader but at their enemies.
What nonsense! I didn't...