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dangerously. “Come with me.”
    Gillie
dropped his head and followed behind as she helped support Ian off the firing
range.
    “Return
the guns and knives,” said Marsdon.
    “But
Yuki said we have to keep ours,” protested Hutch.
    “You
didn’t make it to the end of your first session. We haven’t even covered
maintenance. Hand it in, recruit.” His tone brooked no further argument. Hutch
reluctantly handed his weapons over and the rest followed suit.
    “Now
what?” asked Jaz.
    “Free
time,” muttered Marsdon. He was turned away from them, having already dismissed
them in his mind, and was now focused completely on his weapons.
    “Sweet!”
said Bettina enthusiastically.
    Sarah
smiled in response and looked around to find Finn, but he was nowhere in sight.
    How
was that even possible? she fumed. He was there only a second ago. But his
white head was nowhere to be seen. Sarah gave an exasperated snort and turned
back to the others.
    “So,”
she said, “what should we do?”
    They
ended up just strolling around the compound for a while. At one point they
passed the hospital, only to find Ian strolling out with a bandage visible
through the new hole in his pants.
    “Are
you alright?” asked Jaz.
    “Yeah,
it was only a scratch, really,” said Ian.
    “Do
you know what happened to Gillie?”
    Ian
rolled his eyes. “They threw him in jail.”
“What?!”
    “He
did shoot me, you know,” said Ian sulkily. “It’s a clear violation of the
rules.”
    “You’re
fine,” said Bettina, waving a hand dismissively. “And it was an accident.”
    “According
to the rules…” began Ian, but he was cut off.
    “Screw
the rules, it was an accident.”
    Ian
and Bettina glared at each other for a moment.
    “Fine,
whatever.” Ian strolled past them, not bothering to turn around or say goodbye.
    Bettina
blinked, surprised, and then a scowl settled on to her face. “What a jerk.”
    “Did
he get sent to the ships?” asked Sarah, appalled that they would send Gillie to
jail.
    “What?
No. Military jail. It’s on base.”
    “Oh,”
said Sarah, feeling a bit stupid. “How long do you think he’ll be in jail for?”
she asked. Sarah secretly thought that Gillie probably did need to get into at
least some trouble for shooting a fellow team-mate. She wanted someone on her
team she could trust, not someone she had to worry about every time they were
behind her.
    “Probably
not long,” said Jaz. “I mean, they still need to train him.”
    “Hey,”
said Bettina, a rebellious grin spreading over her face, “let’s go talk to
him.”
    “I’m
pretty sure that’s not allowed,” said Jaz.
    “We’ll
just see if we can find his window or something,” said Bettina. “What they
don’t see can’t hurt them.” She looked at the reluctant faces around her and
changed tact. “C’mon, we’re meant to be a team. We should find out how he’s
doing and what’s happening to him. How are we going to trust each other on the
field if we can’t even stick up for each other now?” No one said anything but a
change in expression had Bettina grinning again. “I think it’s this way,” she
said, heading off in one direction. The others exchanged glances and then
slowly followed. It’s not like they had anything else to do.
    After
leading them in the wrong direction for a good fifteen minutes, Bettina finally
gave up and, against everyone’s advice, asked a passing man who was carrying a
ten kilogram sack of flour to the kitchen. The man swept a quick eye over the
group and then shrugged, like he really couldn’t care.
    “Main
field, to the left as you exit the barracks.” He shifted his sack of flour to a
more comfortable position and walked on.
    “Seriously?
We’ve been walking everywhere and it was right near the barracks?” said Jaz,
exasperated.
    “I
suppose that makes sense,” said Bettina, not put off at all. “I mean, it’s a
visual reminder of what happens to you if you screw up. Why not keep it