My work in South America ended up being done only twice. At the convenience of Logan, the employer, it became unpleasant to hire any more mercenaries.
I was on a plane trip to the next battlefield, and the truth was I was having nightmares.
The dreams of the children I killed following me around crying. I don't have a gun on hand, even if I try to hold it. On the other hand, all the children I have killed have the gun in their hands and are pointing a gun at themselves.
Wake up and look around. Next to the left, Johnny was asleep. There is a new home next door to your right.
"Oh, were you even having some good dreams?
A new home looking at this one with a slight laugh. This man is a bad true.
"Let me guess what kind of dream you were having. It's a dream where the kids you killed become necromancers and try to drag you to hell. Bingo, right?"
I mean, you saw it, too.
True I thought he was a man with hair on his heart, but he also seemed to have such a heart in the crowd.
"Sort of... I've had a lot of bad dreams before, not just about killing a kid. I'm talking about Simon, Lei and Charles having all those nightmares scattered around. I'll keep looking. I probably won't be able to escape for the rest of my life. But I can't help it. It's a job I like and do, and this is our occupational disease."
Talking that far, the new home turned a blind eye, a moment but a lonely face.
"Well, we're just fighting an extension right now."
"Extended battle?
True that word the new home uttered catches on.
"You'll see."
Sooner or later - not at this point, I really somehow figured it out, but I'll avoid touching on this topic any further.
"My next job is on the government side again?
True asks. Mostly, I'm moving after I've decided on my next job.
"Oh...... My next job is a bit of a personal grudge."
"Personal complaints?"
"We'll find out soon enough."
No change in expression, but I truly felt a definite aura of anger emanating from my new home.
True men came from a small country in the Middle East. This task is the crusade mission of 'Mowmime', a malicious anti-government guerrilla group that repeats large-scale terrorism.
The difference with the unnamed anti-government guerrilla in Central and South America, which we fought until recently, is that it enjoys the strong support of some people, whether they are terrorist groups.
A city lined with stone houses. A vibrant but rarely destroyed building was seen. I thought the truth was as I looked sideways in my car wondering if that was a mark of terrorism, but I would soon find out that it wasn't.
"I told him before he came, but this job is short. If we take down one of the anti-government guerrilla executives and his men, we'll just slip away from this country. A long stay endangers this one. Combat rather than war. Rather close to assassination. Sometimes this kind of work is good."
The new home will be explained again to the mercenaries at the hotel where the employer, an officer, has prepared it for their stay.
"The building where anti-government guerrilla executives are lurking has some candidates up"
"Candidate?"
Lei Lei surprises me with the words of her new home.
"Oh. It's just suspicious, I don't know if it's there. It includes a few buildings, but it's dimensional that if you break all the bees, there's no problem, and England and the United States are bombing it. You'd have seen it by the time you got here, wouldn't you? But there was no achievement, and the voice of condemnation grew, and the United States had no choice but to put in the Army Special Forces, but it was turned back. That fact is unpublished, but the anti-government guerrilla side took a souvenir photograph of the body of an American soldier and exposed it to the Internet."
"What's an air-bombed building... is that it? Wasn't it the terrorists?"
True to recall that by the time I got here, there were several buildings that had been blown up and collapsed. It wasn't a terrorist attack, it was an air strike.
"You got a building, an apartment, a supermarket, everything. Anti-government guerrilla terrorism is limited to high-end residential neighborhoods and government facilities. That's why it's good to hear from those who don't have it."
"Supermarkets and apartments, some of the general public, right?
"That's right. But I can't help it."
To the true question, the new home shrugged its shoulders.
"No way, I think it's a bad thing to involve citizens, like the people who are accusing the U.S. military, or say the dumbest things, right? We're at war. Even civilians will die. Even the Sioux or the US Army are not killing civilians because they want to, and they are trying to avoid getting involved as much as possible. Some of them still have to be killed, others by accidental fire."
It truly felt like there was something like a mix of personal feelings in the new home that spoke in a grumpy way. I remember him saying he had a personal grudge before he came here.
"It's bad chest shit when the peaceful, good and noble people accuse me of speaking only greatly from a peaceful place with no lettering of war. Then those fine people will try to kill you in a pinpoint instead, just a shitty terrorist who turns the city into a citizen and runs around a little. If we let them go wild, they'll kill dozens of times more people now than we do with them and kill non-combatants."
"Even if the terrorists say they're only sniping at U.S. military bases and senior citizens, there's more dead maids working at senior national mansions with low wages. The winding up is mutual."
Simon added after his new home was ruined.
"If the US forces put in a special unit after being blamed for the air strike, you can also accept that the special unit was killed by the people who blamed the air strike."
Light a cigarette while Li Lei says with a sinister face.
"Don't even fall under the category of idiot president who made such a decision. I should have just safely blown it up. I should have stopped putting a weak U.S. Army soldier into action, unlike the movie, worrying about some nonpacifist shit public opinion. The current president of the United States is too shitty. I can't forgive this incompetence."
The new home throws up abominably. The mercenaries noticed something wrong with him when he was not always in the mood.
"It's nothing. American military personnel are not weak. No, you'd be weaker than us, but you're simply better at enemies. Most of them grew up guerrilla activities as children, the petitioner of downtown warfare. Later, when morale was extremely high. I don't care what you think of this, they're bad."
Simon defending himself with ease.
Truth is, I decided to touch the conversation on the plane.
"Personal grievances, maybe..."
"There was my duck among those exterminated special forces. A great man from the US Army, who knows about it, came to me directly to ask for it. Let the incredibly expensive galas tease you too. We've become great too."
When I heard the conversation about my new home, I thought it was a fluke. I wonder if having a friend in such a place meant that his new home was also originally a military official. Although many mercenaries do.
"That's where we became famous for our achievements."
"The only person who secretly requests dirt work from the outside is someone who the United States does well, but decides it can be trusted"
"If it works, the handle goes to the U.S. military. If you fail, just look for something else."
Andrew, Simon and Charles talk respectively.
"How about we talk about that context now? Tell me in advance."
"It would be more exciting to say it now than to say it in advance"
Li Lei complained, but the new home hung up on her chest without getting bad.
"That's a great reason."
Johnny laughs.
"Well, if you don't like it, get it out."
(In anticipation of no one coming this far to get out, isn't he a convict? Is that the wrong way to use this convict)
I truly thought about the new home that I would tell you in the face. I saw that there would be no one to pull out, and no one to actually pull out. There's no reason to get out.