In the war-torn city, a small team of mercenaries and a "civilian" weaved through the streets under cover of surrounding buildings. They avoided the hot zone where sporadic fights. Their route seemed to be safe, at least for the time being.
Nolan glanced over her shoulder at the "civilian," who had been carrying the dead blonde girl on his back for quite a distance on foot. He did not fall behind at all. She wondered what fuelled his tenacity. Was it his physical strength, or determination? Or was she to blame it on this troubled world?
"I thought he wouldn't even make it through one kilometer," a mercenary recruit who reclaimed weapons from the dead soldiers whispered to his companion. "Tsk, I lost. I owe you."
His companion muttered, "Speaking of which, she looks like a second-generation Evolved. It is the first time I have seen a Natural having a relationship with a second-generation Evolved."
