I started heading towards the shelter but I heard the voice of Mr Dren. It was more of a whisper. “John, get over here.” I walked towards Mr Dren. “I know your worried. I know that it’s scary and that you don’t feel prepared. I’m worried for you as well. You were my best student. I always expected more from you then any other students. Which is why I recommended you for military intelligence.”
This was very contradictory to his personality. He was always a hard ass. He had his weapons ready and damn the armor kind of attitude. But this seemed like more of a sensitive heart. I expected this from my political instructor but not military history. “Me? I’m not that special. And what’s going to happen to you?”
“Don’t think about me Denx. Next time I see you it will be with a salute. Denx, you have been such a good student you know our history and tactics. The knowledge in your head and creative skills will make you an incredible intelligence officer. Don't let them put you in infantry. Just don’t. Now run home. Pack yourself any valuables.” He said looking over my shoulder. He pushed me behind him and stood in a blocking pose as if to hide me from a bully.
I didn’t question his stance or his words any further. It was obvious that I needed to rush home and hide anything of value. Life was about to get hard and possibly painful. I might lose people that I loved and worse people who secretly supported me may be revealed. I just hope that I find out who supported me before they died.
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