Mason's POV
After meeting Nine earlier today, I couldn't concentrate. I was already feeling sick roaming about in the enemy camp. I would have used one percent of my energy and burn down the camp into ashes but for some reason Nine said we shouldn't cause too much casualty. I can't tell why he said so, but I'll have to do as he say since he's in charge.
"Hey, Travis, right?" One man walked towards me.
"Yes" I replied coldly.
"Can you take my shift for tonight while I take yours tomorrow?" He asked me. My eyes widened. If I accept, I can get rid of the camp today.
"Sure" I replied. He handed me the red tag, signalling that I'm in charge of guarding the weapon tent. Opposite the weapon tent was the food. I sneaked in and saw that the armour and other stuff has been polished and relo
