Gerolt and Malt, who had still been at each other's throats, froze on the spot.
"A-grade?"
They mumbled these words together, the fear in their eyes evident. At the same time, they felt quite lucky that they had managed to return to the harbor.
At that moment, the six Captains rushed out from their ships while the seventh, Captain Zhang, left his tent. Each began barking out orders, but it became very obvious, very quickly, that there simply wasn't much time to prepare.
"Come on, we're under Captain Sela's charge." Malt finally began acting like a Squad Leader again.
Leonel frowned. "Not Captain Zhang?"
"No. The Scouting Unit has always been separated between the ships not much unlike the Research and Technology Unit. Our squad is under Captain Sela."
