The beach?
They didn't understand why Nathan Foster suddenly changed the training location, but none of them dared to question it directly. All they could do was suppress their confusion, then head toward the beach.
The sea was as blue as the sky, and the winter sun, while less intense, still had the power to sear the skin. The sea breeze tore through the air, shrieking past them like a thousand buildings collapsing.
The ebb and flow of the tidal water washed away lingering footprints, only for a group of soldiers in camouflage fatigues running along the beach to leave behind a new set of disordered tracks.
