"Captain, that man... who exactly is he?" Darius Slade asked as Kane Rollins helped him walk, his voice tight with disbelief.
"Don't you know who my instructor is?" Kane glanced sideways, the faintest smile at the corner of his mouth.
Darius felt a jolt of shock. "Lieutenant General Gideon Lancaster?!"
Kane nodded slightly, and Darius's teeth began chattering. "Then he's..."
"Marshal Vance."
Kane's voice was perfectly calm. Darius looked utterly lost, his face cycling through disbelief and terror. Even if his skull had cracked open, he never would have imagined Elias Vance was Marshal Vance.
"This mission to the Western Badlands is a suicide mission," Darius said at last.
"It's the only chance the two of us have. But it's also our chance to rocket to the top." Kane's eyes burned wit
