Colt and I walked out of the training hall. We head toward the drop-off zone, and a sense of unease creeps in. I glance to the side and notice Colt is feeling it too. His left foot taps lightly against the ground, his arms are crossed tightly over his chest, and his jaw is set with a faint furrow in his brows.
Damn. What is this uneasy feeling?
I lift my wrist and check the time on my watch.
Just as my nerves feel stretched to their limit, I spot the buses coming into view. I released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Colt and I share a knowing glance.
The buses pull up in front of us, and the other instructors move into position, ready to greet their assigned trainee groups. The sound of brakes cuts through the air, followed by the hiss of the doors opening.
Colt and I take lo
