Sonya stood on top of the small platform overlooking the blasted and ruined field. It was about a hundred ters in length going down the side of the mountain that the camp had been built on. The treeline frad it on three sides, making it seem like an open bowl. She reached up and adjusted her sunglasses as a small group made their way up towards the top. Faint flashes of purple light indicated Greg's movents. A pair of bangs followed and Val burst through a wall, Alex imdiately behind him with three combat dolls on his back. They'd been modified, of course, to track any ‘injuries’ or ‘stresses’ from the rescue.
“They're doing better,” She said absently.
Next to her, Axel crossed his arms and frowned a little, “Marginally,” He said, “But it’s a stark improvent from the first ti. They’’ll pass on this round, mostly thanks to their support,” He pointed out, “Greg and Jessica make a good team.”
As soon as he said it, a trio of light blue darts hurtled out of the opening that had been made by Val, digging into the three dolls that had risen up out of the soil to confront them. Val moved quickly to dispatch while Jessica soared overhead, she landed and shifted forward a bit, almost stumbling on her landing but turned it quickly into a run as she made headway for the others. Sonya tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, An injury? Nothing obvious. She thought as she pulled up the girls dossier.
Most of the details weren’t exactly impressive. Girl from southern mississippi, bit of an outcast at school, most of her background checked out. Frankly, she’d overlooked it a little, only giving a brief once over once she heard that the girl was interested in Greg. While Jessica was impressive in so ways, Greg was the real star. His mind was excellent for logistics and his abilities had room to grow. She’d even put him on a very short list of investnt candidates if the opportunity arose to do so. She very much wanted to send him to the United Kingdom to get direct instruction under Euclidia.
Now that she looked harder, though, the background was more than just a little bland. It was vanilla. It was like the backstory of every single bog-standard young-adult romance protagonist. Moderately happy ho with standoffish father, good grades, popular physically but with a social rapport that set her on the outskirts. Humble, low-key, a few scattered achievents in her background from school. Swim team captain? Sonya narrowed her eyes and glanced at the girls movents. She moved like soone who’d done rotc like herself, drills training, and not for a couple of weeks either.
Sonya’s lips thinned a little as the group crossed the finish line.
“You guys finally made it to the end, no red signals from the dolls. You pass!” Axel barked down at them. The four threw their fists up in the air and cheered.
Sonya leaned against the railing and forced a smile, “Congratulations!” She called before glancing towards Jessica, “Miss Wayne, have you decided on who you’re going to be signing with yet?” She asked.
Jessica glanced up from where she was clasping hands with the others, smiling, “No ma’am! Still feeling it out! Want to co for an interview?”
Sonya raised an eyebrow, “Sure! I’ll reach out,” She said. I can use it as an opportunity to interrogate her, after my visit with the Spice King of course. She thought idly before glancing towards Axel, “She seems to have an injury,” Sonya said under her breath, “Make sure she gets to the clinic,” He nodded at her and she brightened beaming at them all, “I’m proud of you guys, keep it up! And don’t forget to support your teammates that joined the scouting team when they get back. They’ve got it rough!”
They all nodded as she waved and turned, hands crossed behind her back as she made a quick call,
Martas voice ca through a mont later,
She clicked her tongue, She said quickly.
She was about to elaborate when Marta cut her off,
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