Red was different in that he wasn’t just a memory. He was a recent friend, as far as friends went up here.
He wasn’t about to let himself get dragged down by the negativity, though, so he stood up and made his way to the training room.
Tropical whistled from the other direction, waving him over. Not the room he’d seen the two ladies training in, but another one. He jogged over, anxious to see what he was getting into, and saw Tropical had put on his own armor and exoskeleton. When Tropical stood aside so he could see in, though, he took a step back.
Heights were never his strong suit. Shooting? Check. Hand-to-hand combat? Check. But whenever they had made him climb the ropes across the ponds or try rappelling down towers, he had frozen up. Passed, sure, but only by pure grit and determi
