Dead. Ethan growled.
All of his men, f*****g dead, and they didn't even manage to take out the man he had sent them for.
Ethan glared at the man that stood before him and the little weasel twisted himself in an attempt to not meet his eyes. "It's not my fault." He whimpered, his voice coming in soft little whines.
"Not your fault?" Ethan replied. "How are you alive, and everyone else is dead? Explain why you weren't inside that building when I ordered all of you to be." He leaned forward as he narrowed his eyes. "Explain it nice and slow as if I'm an i***t. Your answer could save your life."
"Well, you see, I was going to be on the lookout for everyone. Hang out at the back and let them know if anyone were coming so they wouldn't be taken out from a surprise attack."
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