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The Lieutenant

Lieutenant Jones was probably one of the more serious soldiers at the riverside that day. While he left his weapon by the vehicle, he stayed awake and alert, keeping a watchful eye on the soldiers swimming in the river. He had been expecting Martin and Broderick to do their jobs and paid little attention in their direction. Little did he know that they both had already been taken out.

They had been down at the river swimming for awhile. He called to his men that were out in the waters. They continued playing and splashing, ignoring the officer. "HEY!," he shouted, "Let's go!" His voice was firm and demanding. His free-spirited soldiers were really testing his patience.

The lieutenant was not fond of his unit at all, only a few were worth a damn as soldiers. 'These bastards can't follow orders worth a damn.' he thought to himself. 'They'd get us all killed in a battle."

He turned towards where Broderick and Martin had been. "Come on, guys, you too!" He saw some movement in the reeds and out stepped three enemy assassins armed with crossbows. All three of them shot at the same time.

The lieutenant's well-formed abs were the perfect target. When he saw the arrows flying towards his gut, be instinctively flexed his abs, trying to absorb the blow. The arrows drove deep into his abs. The soldier grunted as the arrows pierced deep into his gut. He flexed his abs even harder as the pain rippled through his body.

He turned to run back towards the vehicle, but a fourth arrow nailed him at full force in the center of his broad shoulders. The tip rammed straight through his heart with the tip protruding out of his chest. His muscled mass fell in a wasted heap on the beach.

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