It was just before General Dalgoran summoned the young soldier to his office at Desekra to outline his plans for a new elite squad: the Iron Wolves. Dek remembered that day proudly, stood to attention, spring sunlight spilling through the lead-lined windows across Dalgoran’s oak desk; but he remembered it more because of the tattoo. “You have to have one, Dek, old boy.” “I don’t know if I fancy it.” He’d grinned, sheepishly, his young lad’s face boyish and ruggedly handsome, hair close-cropped in the military style, his eyes shining with an innocence of youth. “Come on,” said Brozo, “I’m having one done after the party tomorrow night. You are coming to the party, aren’t you?” Dek frowned. “Well, Sergeant Regander is taking me through some boxing combinations. You know I have that fight coming up.” He looked around to check nobody could overhear. “Regander has a lot of money riding on it,”
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