The conversation had moved from shock to acceptance to planning, the way it always did with them. They sat scattered around Sophie's living room, the city lights below beginning to flicker on as evening approached, and talked about the impossible task ahead of them.
Kelvin had pulled out his tablet, his fingers moving across the screen with the kind of focused energy that meant his brain was working overtime. "Okay, so let's be real about this. A faction needs a bunch of things. Men, obviously. Equipment, definitely. Resources, funding, logistics. Oh, and PR. Can't forget public relations. Nobody's going to follow a faction that looks like a bunch of kids playing soldier."
"We're not playing," Diana said from where she'd claimed a corner of the couch. "We've got more combat experience than most active duty soldiers."
