"Yes, yes--you can whine all you want," Zein responded nonchalantly to the cry of lament that his kids produced.
The guides sighed in their premature excitement. The younger ones especially pursed their lips in an attempt to look pitiful. Nadine chuckled inwardly and shook her head. "What kind of training would it be, Captain? It must be different from before, right?"
"Right," Zein nodded, assessing the guides one by one. "As you know, we will start marching to the Deathzone in two batches; in June to establish a headquarters, and in August. In other words, there's not much time anymore for us to prepare."
Now that Zein had mentioned the Deathzone, the guides became more serious, straightening their back and stopping their whining. Even those who weren't chosen to go there kept rapt attention.
