"While you correctly identified that the transport should be obliterated, what use is the money if the transport is toast? 10m is a lot of money, Money that could fuel and finance the revolution - You think Revolution bombers grow on trees?!"
Ling slashed at the recruit's chest leaving a deep laceration. It was not a killer strike but he was in no doubt the recruit was now in total pain as his blood spilled across the deck.
"You're not dead yet, I still have roughly about 5 minutes before all your blood flows out your body onto this deck. Tell me why I should save you."
Ling stood over the recruit and pointed his sword at the man's right eye.
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