Being fast on my feet isn’t going to help me, is it?
“Come on,” a cadet I don’t recognize says, pointing left towards the ridge I was following. “This way – we follow to the bridge.”
I nod slightly, my own plan confirmed in his.
“A f*****g bridge?” another says, shaking his head, even as he turns in that direction. “It has to be a trap – if everyone’s heading for the bridge…”
“Well then we’ll have to be the first ones to get there, won’t we?” says a third, his voice a little wicked. The first two turn to stare at him, and then they all laugh together – a dark sound.
I scowl again as I figure out the import of their words, their laughter.
If they get there first, they can be the ones to set the trap.
A seemingly endless string of curses forms itself in my mind because…what the hel
