The Order - Prologue
1992 - Syria
So it’s finally come down to this. The doc said it would, but I hoped he was wrong. At least I don’t have to face it alone. I’m not sure if I could do this without Alan.
Captain Bruce Dutcher looked at his Team waiting for him on the helicopter, and felt proud of each and every one of them. It was such a shame that things had to come to this, forcing them all to give up their lives and disappear.
He shook his head and thought, the price of being too successful.
Bruce had tried to prepare everyone for this inevitability months ago, but now that the moment was here, all of them felt apprehensive about where their lives were going and how they would live. All of them had confidence in the doctor, but starting new lives away from the military and everything they ever knew was… well, daunting to say the least. At least they had no families to grieve for them when everyone thought them dead.
Bruce pushed aside his own concerns, and focused on the present, needing to feel and appear confident to his men. He repeated the mantra drilled into him in his training, A good leader should always appear confident.