Nameless Mercenary's Notes[]
An unnamed mercenary's record of their grueling career as a fighter-for-hire, as well their efforts to establish a personal team of mercenaries. The year in which the journal was written is unknown, but it appears to be fairly modern. Only the months were included in the titles of each entry. The handwriting is neat and easy to read, and a hint of optimism can be read between the lines.
Introduction[]
The unnamed mercenary's account of the events following the completion of a mission. To preserve secrecy, it seems the mercenary either erased or blotted out the names of any places mentioned in the entry, leaving the locations up to speculation.
Volume I: March[]
My next assignment was to go to _____, and wipe out the traitors that were holed up in there. The pay was fantastic; I tried to save most of it, but calculating food and other expenses was such a pain in the ass... But if I didn't put in the extra work, I'd never have a proper mercenary team of my own, right? We'd be fighting for scraps from the bigger outfits for the rest of our lives, just like I was doing then... So I told myself to keep saving up! I still hadn't thought of a name for my team back then, but there was no rush to do so.
_____'s landscape was way more complicated than I thought. According to the missive, we were to follow another mercenary team into an underground passage and sneak in... But we didn't know what it was like in that passage, and since it was a covert operation, we couldn't use our weapons. I was a little worried about the mission. If any traps or ambushes were waiting for us in that passage, we were completely screwed. Thankfully, we made it through without a problem; I even saw a lizard skitter past my foot on the way.
Once we worked our way through the passage, we were in the _____ hinterlands. That uninhabited passage took us straight into the enemy's hiding place. The place was a total mess, but not from any sort of fighting. As far as we could tell, the enemy either had no time to clean, or didn't want to clean. The ground was littered with trash, dirty clothing, and half-eaten food. They seemed completely unprepared for an attack.
We took them out, quick and easy, all according to plan… But I feel like we wasted more ammunition than we needed. We used five or six packs of explosives, all from our own stock, but my guys assured me that we could buy real, military-grade explosives with our pay, if we did the job right. They were being optimistic, of course, but I really did want to make more money.
Oh, and I finally decided on a name for my team. I dubbed us the Bomb Squad, because we hit like TNT, and we always give our customers more bang for their buck!