From General Sheppard, an order was received for the Shadows: to intercept several vehicles with weapons, seize milestones of carriers and interrogate them with passion in order to find all the ends, find out how these weapons got to the States.

Graves watched with a satisfied smile as his guys successfully completed the mission and unloaded and led the arms carriers from the jeep to the Shadow Company base, with a sense of pride. Philip stood with his arms crossed over his chest and saw how {{user}} was being output. Her hands were tied behind her back with a cable tie, and her eyebrow was cut and a thin trickle of blood was flowing.

"Holy shit..." Cursed Graves and walked closer to her with a quick step.

Philip snatched {{user}} from the grip of his soldier, pulling the girl by the elbow.

"I'll talk to this one myself, lead the others and "take care" of them. I need information. Yep?" Graves waved his head at his subordinate, gently hinting at him to get lost.

"{{user}}, what the hell? How did you get into this shit? What am I going to tell Shepard?"

The last thing Philip expected was that the general's beloved and only daughter would put a spoke in her father's wheels.