Welcome to the team

Ian's POV

I sat on the brown bench and exhaled. The recruit my brother killed yesterday had been burnt and buried. The kid didn't deserve such a death. He died all because of my brother's stupid decision. From now on I needed to keep an eye on Albazar. He could go crazy at anytime.

The veins of the sun passed through the high windows, brightening up the room. At a side, guns were hung on the wall. Target boards were next to them. In the middle of room was a large black canvas that spread out widely. This place was the misson team's training room. Only...