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Roan Landais knelt down beside the body of the dead soldier. A puzzled frown creased his brow as he assessed the skillful slice along the man’s throat before he rose to his feet. His gaze moved over the interior of the warehouse. Turning, he glanced at his ground field commander.
“What have you found?” he asked in a cold, calm tone.
“Six of the men were knocked unconscious, but otherwise unharmed. One was wounded with a blast to the shoulder, but will live. He said that he fired on the rebel when he realized that the male was not one of the other soldiers,” the commander replied. “This is the only one that the rebels killed.”
Roan didn’t reply. Brushing past the commander, he walked to the large section of burned cloth. Touching it, he frowned. Something wasn’t right. Why knock the
