Hello, My Name Is: Death
"Alright, let's begin." Jerek detto and started the topic of discussion for the meeting. "You all remember Haus, and his grip of terror over us all. But here we are today, The Alliance, forming against him, for one giorno he shall fall, and we shall win. That day, is sneaking up on us fast. We need to be ready. We need to be quick, agile, ready to kill at will. I don't know how much of an army, o how many people Haus has under his Death Clan of the Fallen, but I will tell te that our fellow members Tabra and Cydnee, have killed his men before, and wounded him several times."
"Don't cheer yet, Haus is still out there. We have three stages to do.
Stage One: Spy on him. Figure out how many men he has, where he is, and then gear up for the fight.
Stage Two: Surprise attack. Figure out when and where we are going to attack him on.
Stage Three: Kill and win. We will kill all of Haus's men, and dominate over him. The Alliance will win victoriously!
Now, te may cheer."
And they did.
"Can't wait," Tabra whispered in my ear, and I nodded in agreement.
"Me either." I said, looked at Jerek, and flashed smiles at eachother.
(ATTENTION: THE REST OF THIS CHAPTER IS IN HAUS'S POINT OF VIEW, THANKS, AND te MAY CONTINUE)
I need men! I thought. The security cameras broke a long time ago, so there was no footage of Cydnee o Tabra killing my men. Crap! Well...I need an army. I do have a Death Clan a few towns away. Will they meet me here for the Final Fight? I am there leader after all. Let's give them a call.
I picked up the phone, dialed a number, pressed CALL and waited for an answer.