Chapter 2:A trail that’s gone cold

A day had passed since the drifter's assault on the legion outpost and the cruel execution of the legionnaire,in the time that had followed the drifter's inner rage had grown drastically since he was again unable to learn the whereabouts of the Legate.. But now the drifter's luck is about to change.

The drifter walked out of his tent and towards the command tent where the others colonel's and General Hacksford. He opened the large tent flap and took his seat at the table in the center of the tent. The General looked up and stood up from his chair and said. “Listen up gentlemen we'll be assaulting a major legion camp tomorrow,so I need you to bring your A game got it?”
Each of the men before him nodded.
“Good also Intel says that there should be info on the location of the legate.” As those words slipped from the General's mouth the drifter's eyes brighten and he spoke out.
“Sir I'd like my Battalion to lead the assault.”
The General nodded and said. “Why of course my boy!, I was planing on sending your men in”
The drifter smiled.



The drifter stood before his men,he puffed his cigar and then looked sternly at them and said. “Boys..were gonna be leading the assault tomorrow..and I just wanted to tell you that some of you won't be coming back from this..but for every one man we lose...were gonna make them lose 10!”
His men cheered at the speech even with the grimness of the beginning. “Well boys rest up because tomorrow we show them that the 15th Assault battalion is a force to be reckoned with!” And with those final inspirational words he left his men to there business.