Chapter 27
The week leading up to the first test is a welcome reprieve. Unlike the times Wayne had us fight until we were practically incapacitated because of fatigue, Wayne has been making sure we are well versed in offensive and defensive maneuvers and strategy. The SIMs Wayne programs for us are stupidly complicated.
I shift my goggles and wipe the sweat from my forehead. I crouch down as my eyes readjust to the Simulated world. We are in the hanger of a shipyard, cargo boxes like the one I am hiding behind litter the floor having fallen off of a ship. The point of this SIM, according to Wayne, was to get to the far side of the hanger to an informant. “Can you see the target?” I ask over coms. There is a crackling squawk, but then silence. “Kath, what is your status?” I move forward,
