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'Ace was found unconscious sir.' said my nearby informant. I sigh with a strangle relief, because of my strange hate with him, and ask if there were any remaining tracks of evidence. 'Not much sir, it appears that only a few tracks were found. And even then, the winter snow around there only last for a few days before the sun melts it.', replying with annoyance I say 'Have you already begun stage two of finding assailants Iota, Delta and Zeta in that case?.'. 'Already delt with, sir. I must get back to my paperwork now, I will leave you until my need is required.' Says my informat, as he returns to his murgandy stained glass desk. My eyes veer down toward the framed document stating my Head of Defence acceptance on my desk. I soon begin to write down the third stage of finding Iota and the rest of them, my least favourite stage however, but I begin to file it anyway.
 After about 20 minutes of me babbling on paper about plans and more plans, I look over toward the picture of an old partner of mine. I never remember names, a trait I gained during a training accident involving a head injury, but I happen to remember a child name Rick who was his son of some sorts. Rick was a good shot I heard back then from his father. He told me he had the eyes of a falcon and ears so strong they could listen to the wind speak. I once tried to get Rick to join though, nevertheless he seemed to want to be of the more 'general hunter' type; so I left him stay dormant. Thus, it lead to the rebellion we're in now, with him, his brother and a woman fighting for a freedom of some sorts; creating Iota, Delta and Zeta.
 I begin to feel an oncoming amount of grief as I remember the incident between Rick and his father. Something to do with an escape of sorts, seeing as his father was a far more than avid drinker, which led to a bloodied field and an arrowed eye. A quick snap in my brain is ticked off when I'm apporached by my informat again; breaking my train of thought. 'What is it?' I ask in curious confusion. 'It seems that picture of yours is quite helpful. We found tracks heading toward the old town he lived in. However it will take a while to gain more troops, should I send orders to the barracks now?'.

I pause, wondering at my next tactics. I reply with a clear throat, 'Mercy is nothing but the betrayal of our cause, justice.'.