Nathan sat across from the door and gazed at his soldiers.
Every one of them had been highly recommended to the special ground forces. Individually scouted and extended an invitation into the Suicide Squad, each of them had accepted, had served remarkably well, and, through all circumstances, had survived. He was tremendously proud of them.
A flicker of pale flesh caught his eye. Following the movement, the captain gestured at the tank beyond their chairs. “Why is it that my exalted company has pizza, but that fish gets steak?”
The Great White swam by, towing the leg of a cow.
Priorities of a Soldier
Do Not Wrestle with the Aquarium Stud Shark