Given the nature of their work, Aston's team of soldiers quickly processed their feelings about the traitor. They understood that dwelling on resentment would harm their mental resilience and distract them from their mission. As soldiers, they were trained to maintain a strong mindset and focus, accepting the loss of a comrade as part of their duty. While it wasn't easy, they were better equipped to handle such situations compared to civilians.
After sorting out their thoughts and feelings, they all sat up straight in alertness, ensuring they were prepared for any impending battle. One of them, a young man with a striking appearance who had recently joined their ranks, glanced at the supplies piled in the corner. His voice, melodious yet carrying an edge of concern, broke the silence.
"Doesn't it seem like our supplies are little compared to when we left them in the truck yesterday?"
