Richard Shaw whispered his instructions, his expression stern as he patted the shoulders of Eamon Turner and the others. These soldiers were all trained by him, and as he embarked on a mission that could be his last, he said his farewells.
"Major General, let me go in your place. It's dark, as long as we lure them out, the sniper can definitely take them out." Eamon Turner choked up, "The old lady and the child need you."
"They have three people. Even if the sniper takes out one, there are still two left." Richard Shaw shook his head, speaking with a deep voice, "Follow the plan as I mentioned before. Leave two to provide backup, and the others retreat to the safe zone. That's an order."
His voice was stern and allowed no resistance.
Richard Shaw finished speaking and turned around without hesitation, revealing himself from his hiding spot, fully exposed to the sniper's view as he walked toward the warehouse.
