The Veil (3)

"What do you want?"

The SpecOps soldiers remained tense. Ackerson and his PALADINs remained cold while the two warriors of Heaven were alert of what might possibly happen. Blackshot kept his glowing brown eyes glued at Ackerson and his 'pets'. He removed all negative thoughts as he replied the ageing officer.

"You were looking for Insurgent bases across the globe, correct?"

"Yes, what does this have to do with whatever you came for?"

"We are in need of firepower. We require your assistance in exchange of information and possibly, manpower."

"We do not negotiate with an extraterrestrial empire hellbent on conquering people."

Blackshot laughed, "We are not aliens, Colonel. And we certainly do not negotiate nor requesting for your service. We were 'ordering' you to render your service to us."

"What gives you the right to say that in 'my' soil?!" Ackerson asked visibly angry.

"This continent was never been somebody's property, Colonel. Give back to Caesar what is to Caesar's and give back to God what is to God's."

Ackerson remained quiet.

"Do we have your 'yes' or do we have to destroy everybody here?"

"Fine." Ackerson replied. "But on one condition--"

"You do not get conditions here, Colonel. You have rendered your service, I will take command. What do you have for us."

"Two full PALADIN Platoons, Alpha and Bravo. We haven't created more."

"That's fine." Blackshot nodded at Ackerson and Zuhariel. "We need them at 0100 hours."

"Okay, boss." Ackerson replied sarcastically.