El Comandante Capitulo 10 Novels & Stories

He moved with a terrifying, silent efficiency that made the *Sombra* veterans—men who had fought in jungles and deserts—stumble in fear. "He's not a farmer!" one screamed in Spanish, his voice high with panic. "He’s a demon!" Alessandro stepped over the dying man, his eyes fixed on the third boat. Standing at the helm was a man with a scarred face and the cold, dead eyes of a career butcher. *Sombra* Command. "You should have stayed in the dirt, De Luca!" the commander yelled, leveling a heavy machine gun. "I brought the dirt with me," Alessandro replied.

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

"Because I was senior?" Roman shook her head. "No, ma'am. At least three of the commanding officers in question hold commissions that predate yours". "Well, then?" Roman's smile turned to a grin. "Because, as Captain Lewis Hashimoto put it, you have the biggest balls". The bridge crew exploded into laughter, the Chameleon's Captain felt herself blush, and the Earth fleet was reborn. * * *

I have lots of healers on my staff; one of them has to be trustworthy. The moment I step off the boat, Isla’s arm wrapped around my own, I see one of my commanders coming toward me. “Commander Vember,” I say, wondering why he has such a serious expression on his face. “What’s the matter? Why are you at the port in the middle of the night?”

By the time the military transport plane landed at the Riverdale Military Airfield, night had long since fallen. Carrying my duffel bag down the airstair, I was hit by a gust of freezing wind, thick with an unfamiliar, damp chill. "Major Tomlinson!" From a distance, an old military officer with graying hair at his temples strode over. The general stars on his epaulets gleamed softly under the lights. He came to a halt right in front of me, raised his hand, and gave me a standard military salute. "I'm Bruno Black, the deputy commander of the Riverdale Military District.

The moment the first silver drop touched the ground… The earth beneath our feet began to shake. A blinding column of pale light erupted around Elissa, forcing everyone back. Every wolf present, including me, dropped to their knees. The leader's face was drained of all colour. His voice trembled. "It can't be..." Then he whispered the words that made my blood run cold. “She’s actually the one.”

Angelo looked him in the eyes, detailing that although this character had the appearance of a good-natured fat Indian, he had a look full of hatred and greed. “That's not a problem; I can let one of your assistants go and bring the cash; it's just that I don't trust the banks, and then I'll let them go. I'm only asking for a small fee for the organization, a war tax.” The commander pulled out his prominent belly and twisted his lip, imitating a smile. “You damned commander, we had a deal, and as always, you broke it. You are a miserable rat, just like his father.” Diego struggled, trying to get up to hit his enemy.

Seconds past and the commander of Valeras soldiers was nude, with one of his knees down and his head bowed towards father. “There seems to be something strange just beyond our borders Alpha,” Theophilus said with a sense of urgency, his chest heaved, going up and down, like he'd just ran a thousand miles to get to us. My hand brushed against the hilt of my sword at my waist as I moved closer to him.

Aren’t young children taught not to look evil or bad things in the eye, for it will doubtlessly consume them whole? “Good afternoon, my Lord,” Alcina greets politely, dipping into a graceful and proper little bow. Brendan seems amused as he returns in kind, though far more muted than Alcina's own greeting. “I am to escort you to be introduced to the Captain Commander,” Brendan says instead of any further pleasantries. At Alcina's blank stare, Brendan adds, “He is the commander of the kingdom’s armed military forces, as well as the royal guards’ chief - and therefore, the individual primarily responsible for our lives.”

Christopher spoke up with a mischievous smile. "Of course we would happily take any volunteers!" Lord Bauer boomed with laughter. "Alayna please call in the volunteer I'm certain he would like to meet his superior for the coming battle." Alayna smile grew ear to ear. "Captain Tiny report to your new commander!" The tent flap flew open and a man strode into the tent and snapped to attention in front of all the commanders.