Aiden's boots thudded softly against the stone pavement as he walked back to the training hall. His mind was in overdrive, running through strategies like pieces on a chessboard.
Every move had to count. Divide. Sweep. Regroup. The simplicity of the plan was its strength, but simplicity didn't mean it would be easy. They were dealing with unstable awakened individuals, not just rioters. People with new, raw power surging through them like live wires.
They're scared. Untrained power is dangerous power, Aiden thought, his jaw tightening. He knew that feeling all too well.
As he reached the entrance of the building, a figure darted toward him at full speed. For a minute, his stance tensed and his eyes narrowed before he recognized the person.
"Suzanne?" he called, watching her skid to a halt in front of him, chest heaving from the sprint. She straightened, giving him a crisp salute.
