Under the still sky, the military compound thrummed with a pressure that ached in the teeth and made the air taste of iron. Every soldier from the Red Skull Elite Force assembled, which has not happened for decades.
It showed how important this assignment was.
Showed that there is no room for a mistake.
Against a force that was most certainly equal to them, there can be no hesitation.
The entire squadron was divided into two vast, symmetrical wings that stretched across the plain. Each wing was a tide of black and crimson, a silence so profound it was more terrible than any war cry. And between these two monoliths of military power, a single, smaller formation stood.
Rex, Davina, Lilliana, and the twenty soldiers behind them are in a formation of their own.
