Friday finally came, and they were all on the train to the middle district. Looking very grim as they neared closer and closer to their mission.
"Oh man, I think I'm having stomach cramps." Hiro complained.
Ishaan was even worse. He'd been to the toilet a couple of times. Training was one thing but going into battle was completely different. Dread couldn't help but rattle the boat they had sailed, making them seasick.
Nobody tried to give a motivational speech because not a single person in that cart didn't know what had to be done, and they were going to do it, stomach cramps be damned.
They also paid for a normal cart, they thought it would be more inconspicuous. The last thing any of them wanted was drawing attention to themselves and what they were trying to do.
