Zashleigh Yates kept a steady gaze on Selvia.
She was a proud woman. They didn't always get along well, because of it.
But pride had no say in Zeta Squad's current situation.
Selvia had returned from even deeper behind enemy lines, bringing back news despite being injured.
The fact that she chose to run instead of going Super-Selvie meant she had no choice.
There were some very dangerous individuals in Making... and not all of them were Witches.
"So I'm pretty sure..." Selvia began, "I found what I'm thinkin' is one o' the city's Shield Relays. It's up yonder a ways-- east and north."
"What the--" Dessi frowned, "But that's good news? That's our freakin' mission objective!"
"Well, it would be," Selvia said with a forced smile-- "that is, if the place weren't covered with folks itchin' fer a good, ol' fashioned Witch-hunt."
