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DAY 22
As she looked through the scope of her rifle, Brenna Tormun saw a man standing at the back entrance of a red-bricked building. A Ragnosian soldier in a gray uniform. The small, electric bulb beside the door provided just enough light for her to see him. She settled the crosshairs onto the man’s head.
Lowering the weapon, Brenna frowned and then blinked. “This is the resistance that Lenai warned us about?” she scoffed. “I’ve seen a total of five down there.”
Her people were perched on a hilltop at the edge of a small scrap of woodland behind the factory. They had come under the cover of darkness, taking position and waiting for Lenai’s orders. If their intelligence was good, then a treasure trove of weapons the likes of which she had never seen waited for her beyond those bric
