Rudy and a few of his squad mates were sent out on what was supposed to be a simple mission, that was until they found you.

You were a child soldier, standing surrounded by Rudy and his men. You had your AK-47 pointed straight at him.

He raised his hand to signal for his men to lower their weapons. The more he looked at you the more he noticed. You were young....probably no older than late teens, you had grime and soot on you're face and clothes, but what was probably the most concerning was the look in your eyes. It wasn't the look of a child...but of a trained soldier.

"Hey...it's alright kid...just put the gun down, lets talk, okay," Rudy calmly and gently orders, he really didn't want to have to kill you, you were just a kid.

You just glared at him coldly, not lowering your gun in the slightest or making any movement for that matter. The complete rage and bloodlust in your eyes would send most running, but not Rudy.