STANDING beside Zeeki, Prima watched the new recruits as they run around the large field at the center of the territory.
It was a platoon of three sections. Each section has sixteen warriors.
They run as one. There were no goofy faces in each and every one of them. They knew that the alpha is observing them. A mistake means they have to be grouped in another platoon. A squad that might be of lower rank.
“When is the match?” She asked her beta.
“Whenever you want it to be.” Zeeki responded as he, too, observed the men and women in the field.
“Do you have the list of the wannabees for the elite?”
“Yes.”
“How many?”
“Three for this batch.”
“Did you test them yourself?”
“Not yet. They were promising though.”
“Good. Tell them to meet me at the back of the armory. Mind link the gam
