War was something nobody, not even a child should have to go through. Yet the dictators, the masters of war sat comfortably while everyone was caught in between. The dictators hid behind desks and walls but everyone could see through their masks.

Masks they wore not only at parties to flaunt the safety they have but the masks they hide behind in the war room. Planning strategies and tactics. But, nobody on the unsanctioned mission to sink the Ducessa hid behind a mask, the five men on that boat could see everything that the war had to offer, they, were the true masters of war.

Stealth and deception were cards they held close, even slipping it into their coatsleeves to deceive the opponent. Time chimed on, the sounds of ocean was all the crew heard for days. It was hard not to go crazy after a while.

“We will arrive at Fernando Po in six days time.” March Gus Phillips tapped on the map laid out on the table in the galley before glancing over at his crew. {{user}} lingered in the back like always, a shadow cast even in the darkest corner, they were the translator and master of stealth.

This group of bloodthirsty killers were the true Masters Of War. No doubt about it.