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“So that’s the situation right now,” Wilkos said from the front of the Fortson Base briefing room, crossing his arms over his chest. “We need to review our patrol patterns.”
Skylar raised her hand. “Major, how long until a replacement squadron will arrive?”
“For a place as far out as Omeya? Difficult to say. We should be out of here in a week or so.”
“Will they let us know what happened to the 54th?”
“Listen,” he said, his tone switching from authoritative to that of a concerned parent, “I know the events of this week have been strange, and that’s probably putting it lightly. You all have become a tight group. I feel it, and I appreciate that fact.” He pointed toward Austin. “Our Rock here survived an attack by six talented Star Runners, and we’ve no answers as to why it happened.
