A CLASH OF THE HUNTER AND THE HUNTED.

“Sigh, I think that this is the last mercenary group that we’ll have the chance of plundering. You’re right, I’ll miss the thrill brought from this”. Clark muttered softly in a sad tone.

“I told you kid; you can easily get infected with the thrill. Learn to control your impulses better, its…” Dickson quickly commented.

Diana rolled her eyes exaggeratedly on hearing them but she didn’t comment. Anna and Benny exhibited no reaction, they stood still, rigidly blending with the blowing wind.

Clark didn’t have the energy to refute this time, he just kept quiet in his own world. What he said was just a distraction to hide his true feelings, he was worried about their future.

In his hand, he held a telescope through which a tiny black dot ahead was enlarged before him. This black dot seemed to be the next shelter that was described.