Chapter 1
Six years had passed.
In those six years, everything had changed.
The team that once fought side by side as comrades had grown into something deeper — a family. They laughed together, bled together, and nearly lost each other more than once. Their bond was no longer just built on duty, but on loyalty and love.
Little Pete, now five years and seven months old, had become the heart of their unity. His laughter filled their base whenever he visited, reminding them why they fought so hard.
But the journey had not been easy.
There was a time they almost lost Carlos in battle. It was one of the darkest days they had faced. Yet through teamwork and courage, they brought him back alive. From that day forward, they made a silent promise — no one would ever be left behind.
Over the years, both Cheyenne and Logan were promoted from Second Lieutenants to First Lieutenants. Later, the Major General selected them as candidates for Captain.
Unlike becoming a Lieutenant, earning the rank of Captain was not automatic. It was competitive. They had to complete a difficult twenty-one-week Captain’s Career Course. The training focused on leadership, mission command, operations, unit management, and problem-solving. Every move they made was evaluated.
Cheyenne had half the qualities needed for the position. Logan had the other half.
The promotion board struggled to choose between them.
In the end, Logan solved the problem himself.
He stepped down.
He recommended Cheyenne.
After a final assessment, Cheyenne proved herself beyond doubt. She earned the rank fairly — not because someone gave it to her, but because she deserved it.
Now, six years later, Captain Cheyenne stood tall.
Outside the army, Miles and Cheyenne’s company had grown into an international brand. Miles had expanded into men’s fashion, making their name known across the country, all while serving in the army.
Mrs. Agnes and Mr. Balzary watched proudly as their children gained respect in both military and social circles.
And today, at the barracks, Captain Cheyenne walked confidently between her team.
They wore army trousers and black polo shirts. The women had their hair tied neatly into high ponytails, twisted into buns. Even while laughing and talking, their backs remained straight. Discipline was natural to them.
As they walked, a Private ran toward them and saluted sharply.
“At ease,” Cheyenne said calmly.
“Colonel Hale and Colonel Mack request to see you and your team, Captain Cheyenne.”
The team exchanged quick looks before dismissing the Private. Without hesitation, they turned toward the meeting room — the place where serious missions were always discussed.
As they walked through the barracks, soldiers of lower rank saluted them with respect. Their team had won awards every year. Their names were displayed proudly on notice boards.
Inside the meeting room, Colonel Hale and Colonel Mack stood studying a large map on the wall.
The team saluted.
“At ease,” the Colonels replied.
“Come in. We have work for you,” Colonel Hale said.
They lined up before the round table.
Suddenly, Colonel Mack glanced at Logan.
“I heard your wedding is in two weeks.”
Logan sighed softly. “Yes, sir. I sent your invitation.”
A deep voice spoke from behind them.
“Why does the groom look so unhappy?”
The team turned.
The General had entered.
He wore a green coat decorated with medals across his chest. He was the highest authority over their unit.
“I heard it’s an arranged marriage,” the General continued. “Do you not like the lady?”
Logan smiled politely. “It is complicated, sir. Our families made a promise generations ago. Since I am my father’s only son, the responsibility falls on me. I cannot break that promise.”
“But that doesn’t mean you must be unhappy,” the General said firmly. “We still have time.”
“Let it be, sir,” Logan replied calmly. “I will fulfill my duty.”
The General studied him for a moment, then sighed.
“The boy has made up his mind. Very well. Colonel Mack, tell them why they are here.”
Colonel Mack stepped forward and pointed at the map.
“Here are towns in the western region reporting a high number of missing children — especially girls.”
Cheyenne’s eyes sharpened.
“Wyrm City,” Colonel Mack added. “You’ve been there before, correct?”
“Yes, sir,” Cheyenne answered honestly. “But it has been ten years.”
“Our focus is on two towns: Duvartown and Two Seasons Town. Schoolgirls went missing last year. The police stopped investigating after a few months. No answers.”
Carlos stepped forward slightly. “What is our assignment, sir?”
The General nodded.
“After your last successful mission, the board agreed to send you west on an undercover operation.”
The projector turned on.
Five men in expensive suits appeared on the screen.
“These men are suspected of running an illegal underground business,” Colonel Mack explained. “Police cannot find evidence.”
He pointed to one man in a brown suit, sitting confidently with a cigarette between his fingers.
“Shalhoub. Forty years old. Every Tuesday, he hosts a private auction attended by elites. Entry requires a membership card. We believe he is the leader.”
The room fell silent.
“You will travel to Froln Town, the center of Wyrm City,” the General said. “You will use disguises. Fake identities are prepared. Your mission is to discover where the missing girls are taken, what Shalhoub sells every Tuesday, and gather solid evidence.”
“Yes, sir!” they answered together.
Then Niamh raised his hand.
“Yes?” the General asked.
“Sir… we will still attend Logan’s wedding, right?”
The team instantly face-palmed.
The General burst into laughter. “Of course! We are not heartless. Attend the wedding first. Then we move.”
Laughter filled the room as teasing followed, lightening the heavy mood.
Finally, the General dismissed them.
“For our country,” he declared.
“For our country!” they echoed, hands over their hearts.
As the door closed behind them, the General sighed.
“Don’t worry, sir,” Colonel Mack said gently.
“They’ll succeed.”
“I know,” the General replied quietly.
“I’m not worried about them… I’m worried about their parents. Especially Mayor Agnes. If she finds out I’m sending her granddaughter into danger, she might storm in here.”
The three men shared knowing smiles.
Outside, Captain Cheyenne and her team walked forward
