Cole looked around at the assembled people. From the looks of things, he was the only non-combatant of the group. That meant, without a doubt, that the General and the Lieutenant were both expecting to come across some sort of conflict. People would die. Maybe Cole would die. But, the IRIO had asked for him, meaning that they believed he was able to assist the mission.
He looked down at the map. He looked at the golden crest that lay in the center of his homeland. His mother would want him to help. [i]He[/i] wanted to help. If he didn't, and the mission, for whatever reason, failed, he'd have to bear the guilt of millions of lives on his shoulders.
The weight of the revolver inside his coat seemed to grow. He had sworn his oath. Inaction may well be as good as pulling the trigger himself.
[color=92278f]"I'm with you."[/color]