Talon stepped out of the sim pod, his body aching from the grueling matches of the day.
Jason and Kieran emerged moments later, their expressions tense as they all grabbed their gear and headed back to their room in silence.
The tension between them was thick, unspoken but palpable. Tommorow would decide everything. Inferno Squad's result would seal their fate.
The walk back felt longer than usual. The dimly lit halls of the ship seemed quieter tonight, the hum of the engines more subdued. When they reached their private room, no one spoke.
Jason collapsed onto his bunk, rubbing his temples.
Kieran crashed down too, not many words spoken.
Talon dropped into his bunk staring at the ceiling. His mind churned with thoughts of the tournament, the matches, and what might come next.
He exhaled slowly, trying to push the chaos from his mind.
Then he felt it, a faint, nagging pull. A sense that he needed to check something.
