"I can't believe we're going ahead with this," Elya grumbled under her breath.
"Same," Alex replied, doing his best to contain his excitement.
Mark glanced at his petite squadmate and then at her crush who was walking behind them. Both had changed out of their blue PK uniform, but while the former wore simple civilian clothes, The latter was entirely different.
A Red cloak was draped over his body, its hood covering his head. His face was hidden behind a black mask. The clothes he wore under the cloak were different as well. At first glance, even his allies would mistake him for an enemy.
"I hate this plan…"
Elya might have been exasperated by the way things were going, but not as much as Franco. The tall and skinny Italian was walking with his back hunched. His face was covered in cuts and bruises as if he had just received quite the beating. Mark was bruised as well, but he was in a comparatively better state.
"Suck it up."
