Shadow Slave

Chapter 828

Several days later, Sunny was sitting in the mess hall of the military bunker, consuming a generous portion of food without too much enthusiasm. A couple of other captains of the First Irregular Company, as well as Master Jet herself, ate with a bit more appetite.

Sunny did not look too good. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his whole presence was subdued and listless, a telling sign that someone was running low on essence.

At some point, Winter gave him a dubious look and asked:

"What's up with you? You look like you're about to topple over."

Sunny waved a hand dismissively.

"...It's nothing. I'm just tired because of all the stuff I have to do before we depart. Being an army officer is not a breeze, as it turns out. Who could have thought?"

The woman stared at him for a few moments, then grinned.

"Oh, right. I forgot that this is your first command posting. You have yet to discover the wonders of delegation!"

Master Randall shook his head.

"There are many things that can't be delegated. Plus, you have to know what your subordinates can handle to assign them tasks. I think that you are doing fine, kid."

Sunny wanted to retort that he was not a kid, but thought better of it after glancing at the grizzled veteran. Vandal was almost old enough to be his grandfather. If anyone had the right to regard him as a junior, it was Master Randall.

Winter shrugged.

"That's true. I am actually impressed by the cohort you've managed to form. It is unexpectedly well-rounded, although I am surprised by several of the choices you made."

Sunny raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Why?"

She leaned back and looked at him. Well… Sunny assumed that she was looking at him. In truth, the laid-back beauty could have been staring at anything from behind her old-fashioned sunglasses.

effective in all kinds of situations. But we have our biases, nevertheless, so every cohort except yours tends to lean toward a certain specialization. Take Pride, for example. That slippery bastard recruited all the

stared at her without

I am a creep

he froze

meant to say was that I specialize in stealth, as

Winter snorted.

really look like

and looked at her

people would be on guard against being stabbed in the back, wouldn't

Randall let out a gruff

makes a

let

my fair share of backstabbing in the past, which really helped me survive. But mostly I tend to find myself in situations where I'm surrounded on all sides. Stealth is a powerful tool, but it can only get you so far. So…

a bit, then asked

specialize in? I've been too busy to keep up with what you

a bite out of her sandwich, chewed it slowly,

speed and finesse. I am more of a ranged superiority gal. Dale is a bit like you,

Master Jet and

idea.

gave them

weird. I just picked people who can enhance my own battle performance in various ways. We are meant to wipe out the enemy by channeling our deadliest weapon — me — in the most

for

be gone. Any additional preparations we'll be able to make at sea are going

captains looked at each other with somber expressions. After a

"Any suggestions?"

Jet thought for

with how Gates affect us,

He shrugged.

know the basics, I

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