Mercenary Ambition

As someone who has stalked and killed just about every form of man walking this earth at points in my illustrious charmed life; I do have to say modern mercenaries are dicks. Like so much dicks. In the past random groups of jerks would at least wander off from each others sight lines, allowing an industrious murderer to pick a couple off and lower the odds. Not so with this group! They all kept in line of sight with each other, with covering fire and and good field of fire vision. Sneaking up on them was pretty much impossible. Which made my job even harder, especially since in my attempt to scout them I got caught by them pretty much immeadiately. Yes sadly I was once again captured by my enemies because I'm a bumbling idiot. I admit these things, which makes when they happen perfectly fine! That's what I tell every woman I've ever been with and I'm ultimately disappointing as a lover too.

Of course this group had shackles (they were working with a magic user so naturally they'd have a way to combat him) and upon me eating a rifle butt to the face they locked them on me. Which with my burnt arm hurt like you would not believe! They even had thought ahead to set up their camp with prison cells, which spoke to two things. A. They intended on being their long term. B. That posse I was with had no clue what they were walking into.

"A sword, that's a strange thing to bring with you." The man who I assumed was in charge had my sword out and was marveling at it. He was wearing a non descript uniform made of greens and browns, there were two other guards in the room, both whom had anti magical devices themselves.

"I like to go old school."

"Does your arm hurt? It looks positively terrible." The flesh was oozing more now, the reddish burnt skin had hardened and broken, the pain was getting bad enough to make my eyes water, especially with the shackles on.

"Nah it normally looks like this, so are you going to let me go?"

"Sure you were trying to sneak in here, you were part of a posse to come kidnap our boss, we're just going to let you go so you can alert the rest of the government to our position."

"Sounds good you can unlock the shackles and I'll be on my way." He left of course, not exactly willing to do as he sarcastically implied he would. Like a jerk! So I was their guest for a few more hours, I swear they should have just let me go, because I as always got free and things went to shit not too much later!