"Are you sure about this, Monica?"
Monica's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenching slightly as she responded. It wasn't like she had many alternatives, at least in her opinion.
"I am," the woman said. Her voice carried a steel edge that brooked no argument.
Monica was currently in touch with the second division commander. Many kilometers and a stretch of ocean separated them. She was on Maynard Island, while Bill, the second division commander, was at the Law Gate, on the western side of Hin.
"Time is a luxury we can't afford, Bill," Monica stated, her voice devoid of emotion. "Our progress is at a critical point, and Romano's interference could jeopardize everything we've worked for."
