The Red E's Boys were waiting anxiously in their barracks by sundown. The General eyed their weaponry; Each boy had to himself an air rifle, three wooden stakes, and a long metal pike. They produced a number of crude swords from a closet and strapped them to their waists.
Aeisha watched them suit up and marveled at their efficiency. She didn't understand how boys of such youth could become so used to fighting and killing. Yet, thouh they fidgeted with their make-shift bandoleers and sashes, she could not deny that the boys looked the part of soldiers.
"What's wrong?" asked the General looking up from a crate of bottles.
"I can't let you-"
"Just shut up and let us! Damn!" said Sarge, annoyedly. "The hell's wrong with you, lady? You can't accept help?"
"I- it's just..." Aeisha didn't wa
