"Follow me."
Glenn Hutchinson withdrew his gaze and spoke lightly before turning and walking towards the Training Ground.
Without any hesitation, Flossie Wright was the first to step forward to follow him, closely followed by Becca Reyes, who had initially wanted to ask Flossie's opinion but found her action to be redundant.
Under the night sky, as the light gradually faded, the silhouettes of the three figures disappeared into the chaotic darkness.
"Seven tasks, one hour."
Standing in front of the 400m obstacle course designed for a seaborne assault, Glenn Hutchinson did not even bother to explain further. His deep voice mingling with an attractive magnetism made his words impossible to ignore.
An hour, just in time to catch up with the wake-up time of the cooking class at four-thirty.
"Report," Becca Reyes suddenly stood at attention, standing stiffly like a post, her voice full of doubt as she asked, "What are the seven tasks?!"
