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The tension onboard the LMS Mist Queen was so thick you could almost smell it in the air. Nervous officers scurried through the hallways or sat in the mess hall talking in hushed whispers. No one wanted to go into battle. Anna didn’t blame them. She had been shot at more times than she could count, and the prospect still left her on edge. Not just because she might die. Her stomach churned at the thought that she might have to kill.
In black pants and a t-shirt, Anna moved through the corridor with a tablet in hand, checking the final plans. “They’ve got us with the Battle Unit 167,” she said. “We’ll be helping them liberate the city Shan Tiron, the Haloren capital.”
Melissa was right behind her, hurrying to keep up. The girl was nervous; she kept glancing at the wall as if she expec
