Jake would not approve of his defection. He would expect Will to stay, to fight. He’d believed in structure, in hierarchy and the careful tiers upon which the military was built. But there’d been little choice. They wanted Will shelved. They knew how fucked up he was, and they didn’t want him anymore. Worse, they understood that, for him, it wasn’t over. That he had plans, and they didn’t include falling back in line like a good little soldier. Someone with bars on their chest had sent them into slaughter.
