It was getting late, Lynch stepped out and glanced at his wristwatch, then headed towards his room.
"Help me tell your leader, I'm going to rest now. We can talk about anything tomorrow."
Lynch was grateful that everyone in this world spoke the same language, or communication would have been a major issue.
Imagine two soldiers who don't understand what he's saying pointing guns at his head, asking him to "bark like a dog." Just thinking about it is terrifying.
Sometimes those in higher positions are easily persuaded, whereas the stubborn lower-ranked individuals are hard to convince. Of course, their reluctance to adapt is part of the reason.
As soon as he pushed the door open, Lynch knew someone had been there, too many details gave it away.
He slightly furrowed his brows and looked towards the bedroom. There were some splattered bloodstains on the wall, which slowly dripped down and painted streaks of vertical blood traces on the wall.
