Another day at AMSO headquarters began early.
The sun was barely rising when the blaring training sirens echoed across the facility. The Class 4 recruits, barely adjusted to their new routines, rushed out in uniform toward the outdoor compound for morning drills.
Theo was among them, stretching quietly as his teammates jogged past. Unlike the others, his expression was calm, composed, almost unreadable. He wasn't sore from yesterday's evaluations, and if anything, the energy in his body felt restrained, like a beast calmly pacing behind locked bars.
He didn't need to try hard but he still moved in sync, doing the routines like everyone else. Push-ups, planks, resistance runs. The officers supervising barked orders and watched from afar.
That's when Ben returned…
Not just with words this time but with a plan.
