TheCatqueen12

Today was a same as any old day in the badlands, the sun was blazing against the desert grounds, innumerable fake and real cactuses spread out over the land and a silence besides the crows could be heard. Like most days like this the mercenaries were training, likewise. Today only 8 of the men were in the gym, if soldiers calculations were correct there was 9 mercenaries including the cardboard cutout of spy that somehow made the cut. Spy walked casually back to the smoking room, of course having the decloking device in tact as he strut down the hallway invisible. He eventually reached the smoking room, pulling out a cigarette from his case