Odett’s POV
The next afternoon, our instructor gave the fifth-years a winter shortage to solve. Three small communities had been cut off by a storm, and the surrounding territories held enough food and medicine to help them. We had to find a way to share it before the roads closed.
Joshy’s map showed a road through the western forest. Mine warned that its bridges would not hold the supply trucks. Nolan’s group knew the temperature would fall before night, but none of us understood that the others had different reports until we began arguing.
“Why would you give us different information?” I asked with a frustrated frown as I compared Joshy’s map to mine.
“Because leaders never receive the same report at the same time,” the instructor answered calmly while walking between the tables.
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