"This person is good and could help with technical support..."
"And can he handle things during the mission? Like if our devices stop working? If you’re sending someone into Ravah, things like that will happen."
Izu quietly watched as Haji and Allen browsed through profiles of men who could fit the mission. Even though the plan wasn’t finalized yet, everyone already knew this mission required a small group.
Sending a larger team would be riskier. The land they were infiltrating was dangerous.
This mission wasn’t a war — it was a rescue.
So, Allen was presenting the candidates and their specialties, while Haji added details and asked questions to ensure they chose the right people.
Just moments ago, Haji had been idle. Although he trained hard, he didn’t have a role in the Order yet. But now, he was working side by side with Allen, and surprisingly, they were in perfect sync, as if this wasn’t their first time.
Meanwhile, Izu stood off to the side, unable to contribute anything.
His thoughts halted when Haji suddenly turned to him, holding up a profile.
"What do you think of him?"
Izu shifted his eyes to the profile, his expression unchanged — though bitterness churned in his chest. All the candidates Allen had suggested were from the Inner Circle, which wasn’t surprising.
"He’s a skilled fighter, and also an efficient medic with broader medical knowledge," Izu said, essentially repeating what Allen had already mentioned.
"Is that so?" Haji picked up another file and showed it to him. "Which one do you think is better?"
"Both are equally skilled." Izu offered a polite smile. "Either way, they’d contribute greatly to the mission. And since both are from the Inner Circle, their coordination would be perfect."
He straightened and turned to Allen. "Sir Allen, I’ll return to my post."
He bowed quickly. Allen gave him a small nod, and Izu left without slowing or looking back and without a single extra word.
Haji and Allen watched until the door shut behind him.
"That’s strange," Allen murmured. "He’s usually focused and rarely distracted."
Haji shrugged as he examined the profiles. "Beats me."
They were only discussing sending two medics on the mission, but Izu hadn’t realized it because his mind was drifting far away.
"These two are alright," Haji concluded. "As long as they can treat injuries. Let’s just hope they don’t die first."
"Oh, God..." Allen muttered as he placed the profiles into a separate folder. "The life we have... I never thought I’d be in a position to decide who gets to live or die."
The words slipped out casually. Yet Haji paused upon hearing that, making something tighten inside him. As someone raised in a place like hell, hearing Allen say that struck a chord.
"That’s the first," Haji commented, causing Allen to lift his gaze. "First time I’ve heard someone say that."
"Say what?" Allen asked.
"Being part of the process of deciding who lives or dies."
"Ahh... haha..." Allen leaned back and sighed. "It’s something my boss told me back then. Before we even started managing this place."
A subtle smile tugged on his lips, his feelings still mixed about it.
"He said he never imagined he’d end up in a position where he’d decide who lives and who doesn’t." Allen looked up at Haji again. "Then he asked me to reconsider following him because this is something we may never get used to."
And Atlas was right... like always.
Allen still wasn’t used to it. But decisions had to be made in their world. Even with a heavy heart, orders must be given.
"All the soldiers we send aren’t guaranteed to come home," Allen said as he refocused on the files. "So the least we can do is choose those with higher chances of survival."
"Is that what they’re saying?" He shook his head and resumed his work. "Izu and his team aren’t the weakest. Never were. It’s just that..."
He paused, amused by his own thoughts, then looked up with a knowing smile.
"...the numbers they talk about don’t matter to the man at the helm of this family."
Haji still didn’t quite grasp the meaning, but let it go. "Interesting."
"Anyway," Allen continued, "we need names by the end of the day. Time is crucial."
"Yeah, but before that..." Haji paused, and Allen looked up. "Do you think Atlas will let Lola join the mission?"
"The Madam?"
"Mhm. She knows Ravah’s underground routes. But planning is different from reality, especially in Ravah." Haji exhaled. "I doubt your boss will allow her to go."
Instead of answering, Allen tilted his head. "Us? You’re going?" His eyes lit up. "I was just about to ask — that’s great!"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Haji grimaced at the man’s reaction. He was used to being forced into deadly missions, not invited. So, this was definitely something he didn’t know how to react to.
"But as for the Madam..." Allen rubbed his chin. "Honestly? I don’t think so."
He sighed. "The Madam is the Madam. There’s only one her in the world. He’d never send her into a mission like this. He would never let his wife be in danger."
"Well, that sucks," Haji muttered.
"I’m sure he’ll find another way for her to help without putting her at risk." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
The men nodded in agreement and returned to work, giving little thought to the obvious.
Little did they know that a day later, they’d be sitting in a room making plans — with Lola at the far end of the table, leading it.

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