Vincent and Ricky had a plan and the others were playing catch up.
“We need someone on the other side to receive the coffins. Senior needs help rounding out the operations at home. Rider has wanted to get out of here since day one. Everyone gets what they want.”
“I somehow don’t think Rider wanted a bullet in his leg,” Tony yelled.
“How else was he going to get sent home?” Vincent asked.
“You’re a general,” Tony yelled. “There’s no way a general can send a kid home? You had to shoot him?”
“And why couldn’t you two tell us? Why did you have to spring this decision on us with a gunshot? This isn’t minor details. This is a bullet in Rider’s leg! I thought we made decisions together. What happened?”
Rider went home but he was no happier there.
The war continued.
“We need someone on the other side to receive the coffins. Senior needs help rounding out the operations at home. Rider has wanted to get out of here since day one. Everyone gets what they want.”
“I somehow don’t think Rider wanted a bullet in his leg,” Tony yelled.
“How else was he going to get sent home?” Vincent asked.
“You’re a general,” Tony yelled. “There’s no way a general can send a kid home? You had to shoot him?”
“And why couldn’t you two tell us? Why did you have to spring this decision on us with a gunshot? This isn’t minor details. This is a bullet in Rider’s leg! I thought we made decisions together. What happened?”
Rider went home but he was no happier there.
The war continued.
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