Bella was sitting across from Sargent Mager Nassel, she had closed her eyes and looked to the floor of the BTR-80, as if she was making a silent prayer.
On her lap was a vector submachinegun and a short sword.
Nassel focused his sight on the short sword, the submachinegun was a standard issue for a commando, not worth taking a look. But at the sword, Nassel's eyes were nailed at it.
He knew that it was impolite to just stare, but he couldn't help himself.
The swords cross guard was shaped like a grail, most likely imaged off from the Holy Grail, it had a design made with the color ruby red and emerald green, it looked expensive.
Like a sword that belonged to a wealthy Europian aristocrat. It made Nassel wonder, where was Bella from?
Her name was Italian based, that much he knew, but he also knew that most Europian countries use each nations names one way or the other, it wasn't even that uncommon to hear that name in the