My brother wanted peace with the bastards thought Jerome McCoy , but monsters can't be reasoned with. The only thing they understand is war! And that's what we'll give 'em.
It was Shaveigh, a Myakoon national holiday, and the people were bursting with celebration. A hot desert wind blew across the capital city of Dragade, and Jerome sat in the cactus gardens, staring at a cactus flower in bloom. Suddenly, a devilish smile crossed his face. At this very moment, 25 CH-53E Super Stallions were on their way towards Magna Polis, loaded with troops.
It had begun.
