I walk beside Lazarus, aware of the two males that close in on us as we make our way from the conference room that has been left in silence. One is that strange young male by the name of Malcolm with the boyish face and the other is another male I've never seen before until today. This guy has an olive-brown tone and shoulder length hair with a single braid on the side. Again, the braid guy is without the usual guard uniform, but seems to be performing their duties.
"Who are these men, Laz?" I ask in a whisper when I cannot ignore the constant wondering.
"Malcolm and Benjamin. They are part of my special unit for the greatest of my warriors. They also grew up with me so I trust them explicitly."
"Reagan and Damon also grew up with you." I remind him.
Lazarus smiles as Malcolm pops
