Bama understood too, his forehead scrunching into Kavanagh's trademark "dog-saw-a-ghost" frown: "So what now, we just give up?"
Waking up at the crack of dawn, trekking over mountains to get here, waiting half the morning—and now someone's saying we can't beat the enemy? That kinda mood is…
Bama took a deep breath, letting the sweat roll down from his nose, face full of utter defeat.
Jay Monroe and Dane squatted on the ground, brows furrowed, unable to make a decision—the fight's too risky, but just giving up on this chance feels impossible to swallow.
"We can fight. It's not impossible." A calm woman's voice sounded through the earpiece.
The others all perked up: "How do we fight?"
...
"Up ahead—that's the mountain road you mentioned?" In the car, Louis craned his neck to look outside.
Hugh didn't stop Louis, didn't tell him to sit still.
He leaned back in his seat, eyelids lowered, hiding the glint of ice in his eyes, but gave a nod as response.
