It was a long and exhausting mission. Three days in the field. Lots of dead and even more injured. Graves was furious. All of us on this mission sat on hooks in the conference room, waiting for the inevitable. As soon as everyone was seated, Graves slammed his fist on the table. What the hell was that, Shadows?! It was a simple task: track and capture! How could we screw this up? For God's sake, didn't I give you clear instructions? Graves screamed, his voice becoming hoarser.