111. Successful mission

Alpha Lance

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"Good morning, Alpha," one of them greets me, bowing in reverence.

"Good morning," I reply, taking in the array of weapons and armor that line the walls.

The armory was quite a busy place, the sound of clanging metal and low voices filling the air. The new generals were already at work, selecting their weapons and checking their armor for any signs of wear. Down the long line of weapons were a group of men, gathered around a bunch of blades, dangerously brandishing it against one another and chatting among themselves.

I made my way to the shelves that held the weapons and carefully selected a few daggers. These weapons were small, but deadly considering the fact that some of them which were meant only for my usage except on very dire instances contained very deadly poisons that could destroy and wreak havoc to the body in a matter of minutes.

I picked up one of the daggers and examined it closely. It was a work of art. The blade was sharp and gleamed in the light, and th