At least my team burns with the same desire as I do, she thought.
She straightened her back, her face flushing red as vivid images crossed her mind—images of what would happen if her team finished last. The shame. The mockery. She couldn't withstand that.
happen if her team finished last. The shame. The mockery. She couldn't withstand that.
"So what are we waiting for?" she snapped. "Let's get moving—quickly. We end this fast, or it won't end well for any of us."
Hearing those words—it won't end well for any of us—nearly three hundred marines shuddered for a moment. Then, one after another, they nodded hastily and began moving out, splitting according to the divisions decided just moments ago.
But before they could leave, Zena suddenly ordered them to pause. "Everyone, hold where you are for a second." She had just been contacted by Captain David.
