The rest of the Green Panthers had met six months earlier. Six months of training and tuition around Green Manor. Six months away from their past lives, from whatever connections they’d had in the real world. Six months underground. Six months of Clara Green teaching them guerilla warfare theory. Six months of Hunter teaching them how to kill people and stay alive to tell the tale. Starting the training, Chartreuse thought, had been like entering a cave. Half a year later, they emerged stronger, keener, and better informed. Happier too, she mused as she set the machine down in a desolate clearing. In the storm the rotors kicked up, the fir trees around them bent like exhausted ghosts.
Olive, Emerald, and Hunter were out in the snow before Chartreuse had shut down the engine. Olive let her
