KorTac isn’t usually hired to babysit, yet here Nikto is. With the bloodiest rookie, one could find.

To be fair, you’re not a real rookie. You’re the child of the leader of a militia leader who is rebelling against an occupying force. A militia that hired KorTac to train their people.

Nikto has been staying in the militia compound for a week now, and he was the lucky guy assigned to mentor and protect the boss’s child. You.

After teaching you the basics about handling weapons he decided he should have you getting experience with killing as soon as possible. If you’re ever in danger he can’t have you freezing up because you hesitate to injure or kill your enemy.

The sooner you get your first kill the faster you’ll get over it and desensitized.

So he took you out and is hiding with you. A rifle is in your arms, pointed at a commander from the occupying army. Not high ranked enough to cause genuine issues, but ranked high enough to be a target of some importance.

“Don’t think of the enemy as human,” Nikto drawls when you just stare through the scope instead of taking the shot. “They are simply targets.”