Hours before the fight, Aurora's office, sitting the top floor where most of the cadets' rooms were located.
She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, hands crossed beneath her chest, eyes fixed on Static and Lia as they waited outside the facility near a truck.
Between her fingers was a photograph of the biker team that had challenged them, their leader singled out with a red marker.
The images of the past maintenance drill, one with the same danger level as this, played in her mind, but the memories didn't faze her. Neither did the thought of this one ending the same way.
She'd seen worse in her five years working with the facility, although a creeping feeling told her this one might top the scale.
Behind her, Benson sat in her chair, legs propped on the desk, eyes scanning the charts and results from the cadets' physical tests.
The masked man leaned against the wall across from the desk, while Kyle sat silently on a bench in the corner.
