Seventy
In the infirmary, faint sounds of battle could be heard and the wardens shifted uneasily at their posts. Andy wanted to be out there, fighting alongside his friends, instead of stuck taking care of a bunch of half-breeds. It was all right for Captain Kyle to say they were part of the Ward, but it would take more than words to change the minds of the real deal. The construction workers had shown themselves to be handy to have around, but this lot were more of a hindrance.
‘You should be out there, fighting with your friends, not babysitting women and children.’
Andy spun around to see the young woman Kyle had proclaimed to be a warden glaring at him, arms crossed in front of her chest.
‘Excuse me?’
‘What are you waiting for? Get out there and do your job.’
‘Our orders are to—’
