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Tommy walked with a heavy heart down a street lined with gray houses. Tonight was the night; Delarac’s party would begin in three hours. The architects of his disgusting war all gathered in one place. Tonight, they would pay for their sins.
Tommy was ready.
He had gone over the plan a hundred times with Miri and Kalia; he knew his role backwards and forwards. Strangely, he didn’t feel much apprehension, only sadness. Men would die by his hand. He accepted that necessity, but he could never make himself like it. Perhaps that was a good thing.
Reminding himself that every one of those bastards had condemned hundreds of men to die on foreign shores helped matters. Or maybe it just drowned the guilt in rage. He couldn’t tell. All he knew was that tonight, he was going to war, and he mig
