"Soldiers are never special for anything more than what they are willing to sacrifice," he agreed, and it might be the first thing they had agreed upon in a long time. "But they needed a smiling puppet, and you fit the look they wanted. Too bad you were too strong-minded and willed to be readily controlled."

And so they had to find other ways to destroy Morrison, and that involved all the pitfalls of being a leader. Blame went to the top of the mountain of command after all. Red-tape could bind up a man, and Reyes had wanted no part of that. After all, he had seen the writing on the wall even before that promotion had come to pass. He was better off keeping to the shadows as a glorified information officer, and that was fine by him.

But that was all in the past, and anyone had left was chips on their shoulders and a strong need to see wrongs corrected through any means necessary.

A blast of wind exploded around him, throwing the darts off course as he flapped back to settle on another branch. He hopped backwards as his wings folded and seemed to meld back into his coat. "If it's revenge you want, you can hardly obtain that here, now can you?"