“She okay?” I heard Garrett mutter gruffly. “Christian said she was spewing ‘toxic waste’.”
“Better…” Michael mumbled reluctantly. “She just vomited again, more like dry heaving, though. She’s fine for now –I hope. I think it’s a concussion.”
“Should we abandon the mission? We have already lost two-”
“We have come too far to stop now.” I forced my voice to rise, which made me sound like a hundred-year-old smoker.
“Are you sure you can continue, Foster? You are not well-”
“I am better than I was.” I shook my head, but I wouldn’t lift my head from where it rested. “I have to do this now, more than ever. We have lost good men, but we have lost more than just Eli and Blake. Kaden, Sam, and Emma died because of this uprising, and many more have fallen as well beforehand. We started this up
