Two minutes later, only the figures of Flossie Wright and Becca Reyes remained on the track.
With the gradually rising morning light, a soft glow fell upon them, their ceaseless running injecting vitality into the exquisite dawn.
"You two, come here!"
Not long after, Nathan Foster, having sent all the new trainees to the cafeteria to eat, finally found time to walk over. He waved at them, indicating for them to stop.
Soon, Flossie Wright and Becca Reyes stood shoulder to shoulder, their figures perfectly straight, without any flaws in their military posture.
"The Forces are fair, you must understand this. Even if you work as cooks, as long as you have the ability, there will be no lack of opportunities before you."
Nathan Foster wore an unusually stern look, his half formal speech seemed intended to alleviate the rift between them following the new recruits' disruption at the cafeteria.
