"The plan's exactly the same. Like the other sectors, we leave absolutely nothing in our wake that could give the others an edge. Everyone works the eight walls, and we'll harvest every last crystal until the wreckage Mel carved out hits a dead end.
The Kapo handed us enough sacks to match the Seventeenth Ward's quota, and every single one of them gets filled today. There's no room for screw-ups or slacking. You all know the difference between sleeping on piss-reeking straw and dry, clean ones."
Sam severed his utterances at this precise juncture. He granted them a span to contemplate during the moments he invoked their newly secured bounties. Striking terror into the mortals he demanded to push to their absolute limits via their former state was insufficient; if he coveted them to sprint, he was mandated to unveil the mark resting before them.
