‘Three remaining Zulfigars left colonel,’ informed my gunner. ‘Let our infantry take care of them,’ I have replied. Our infantry troopers took...pot shots at the remaining Parthian MBTs and as soon as the battle started it was over in less than an hour. Parthia and its military brass was humiliated by such a defeat from a small but well trained, organized, and equipped force. Calls started to come in from open frequency that the Parthians were lost and they were there for military maneuvers. . It's just that nothing exciting has happened around here lately... (getting a manic gleam in his eye) Don't you get filled with that overwhelming sense of duty as an officer in times like that?Guard: Idiot! I don't want any more of that! I don't want to die on this job!(Kenshin is walking toward them.)Shin'ichi: Master Himura!(He bowls Kenshin over with his enthusiasm.)Kenshin: You must be... Shin'ichi: Shin'ichi Kosaburo, officer, fifth class, sir!Kenshin: Mr. Shin'ichi, then, why do you call. He was husky enough and, not having shaved since we arrived, hairy enough to pass muster.He took the cool drink gratefully, only sputtering slightly when he discovered the unexpected alcohol content. I was gambling on the treat- and its effects- to relax some of his inhibitions. I leaned in to him, pretending to be secretive. "Here's the deal, kiddo. You get that-" I indicated his drink "and you help me get a nice, even tan." He nodded readily, taking a deep draught from the glass and reaching. Just shots of a club interior, the bar, Aron with a drink in his hand, smiling for the camera, while a guy who looked in his mid-40 was hooking one arm over his shoulder. The man seemed to have a similar height to Aron and was built strong, too. His blue eyes were staring at Carter from the picture, with a small secretive smile. It was like the guy knew something Carter didn’t, and that was definitely annoying. Was this really the type Aron was going for when he wasn’t fucking his twink of a.