Chapter Twenty
I waited at the top of the stairs that led up from the barracks, listening to the sounds of the rest of the trainees running on the level below. I stretched out my calf, pressing through the tight spot where my injury was still working on healing.
Guard Beck was the first up the stairs. I stepped into his path just enough to make sure he saw me before shifting back out of the way.
“This isn’t the vehicle bay, Roberts.” Beck didn’t even sound out of breath.
“I know, sir.” I started running just behind him. “But if I don’t start trying to run, I’ll never be back in shape. Let me finish with everyone else.”
He shook his head, but didn’t say anything, so I kept running, letting myself slow down enough to be near the back of the group where the pace was more of a jog than an
