Chapter 53: Conversations and a New Challenge.

The late afternoon sun bathed the barracks in a warm, golden glow, the light filtering through the narrow windows to cast elongated shadows that danced across the worn floorboards. The air was heavy with the scent of polished wood and the faint tang of sweat, remnants of the day's exertions. Ava and Jess lounged on Jess’s bunk, their laughter filling the nearly empty room as they reminisced about their early days at the camp.

Jess leaned back, her grin widening as she recounted one of Ava’s tales. “Ava, how did you sneak past Drayton? That guy can smell fear from a mile away. He’s like a human bloodhound.”

Ava laughed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Honestly, Jess, I’m still wondering myself. Either I’ve got ninja-level skills, or Lady Luck decided to play favorites that day.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps. Lucas burst into the room, his face flushed with excitement, closely followed by another trainee who was practically bouncing on his heels.

“You won’t believe this!” Lucas exclaimed, barely able to contain his excitement.

Ava raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Lucas, if you’ve gone and gotten yourself into trouble again, I’m leaving it to Jess to bail you out this time.” She nudged Jess lightly, earning a grin in return.

Talon, who had been methodically stowing away his gear, looked up with curiosity. “What’s going on, Lucas?”

Lucas took a deep breath, his words tumbling out in a rush. “They’ve put up a scoreboard in the training yard!”

For a moment, the room fell silent as the trainees processed this information.

“A scoreboard?” someone repeated, the confusion evident in their voice.

“Yeah!” Lucas’s companion chimed in, eager to share the news. “It lists all the squads with points for each training activity. There’s even a top three and bottom two ranking!”

The room buzzed with sudden energy. Phoenix Squad, along with the rest of the trainees, quickly made their way to the yard, where a large, newly erected board stood gleaming in the fading light of day.

The board was meticulously detailed, each squad’s performance in various training exercises—hand-to-hand combat, bushcraft, marksmanship, and more—was listed in neat columns. As the trainees studied the rankings, a mix of anxiety and determination settled over them.

Ren, his brow furrowed in thought, was the first to speak. “So this is what the Chief meant when he said things would get tougher. He’s really pushing us now.”

Miko nodded, his expression serious. “Might be a way to weed out the weak,” he said, his eyes scanning the list for Phoenix Squad’s position.

Back in the barracks, the camaraderie that had filled the room earlier was replaced with a thick tension, the weight of the new challenge pressing down on them. Lucas, ever the strategist, clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention.

“Okay, listen up,” he began, his voice firm and encouraging. “This scoreboard could actually work in our favor. If Ava and Talon help boost Jess’s bushcraft scores, and I work with Ren on his classroom challenges, we can stay out of the bottom ranks.”

Jess, her brow still creased with concern, nodded thoughtfully. “And I can help with your PT, Lucas. We all need to pitch in to lift each other up.”

As they strategized, Jess tugged at the straps of her tactical rig, a frown creasing her forehead. “Why doesn’t this gear fit right anymore?” she muttered, her voice tinged with frustration.

Ava noticed Jess’s discomfort and moved closer, her expression one of understanding. “Here, let me help you with that,” she offered, adjusting the straps with practiced ease.

Jess sighed, her frustration evident. “It’s just... I don’t get it. This rig used to fit perfectly, and now it’s like it’s shrinking on me.”

Ava gave her a knowing look as she carefully tightened the straps. “It’s not shrinking, Jess. You’re growing. I don’t think they designed these with us in mind,” she added with a wry smile, her tone gentle but matter-of-fact.

Jess huffed a small laugh, shaking her head. “Yeah, well, they could’ve at least thought about it a little. It’s not like we can just ignore it.”

Ava nodded, her smile softening. “You’re right. But don’t worry—we’ll figure it out. We’ll make it work.”

Jess’s shoulders relaxed a bit as she adjusted to the new fit. “Thanks, Ava. I’m glad you’re here.”

Ava patted her shoulder, her voice warm. “Anytime, Jess.”

Meanwhile, Miko leaned against the wall, watching the exchange with a grin. “Yeah, but who’s going to keep lucas from getting in to trouble again? That’s a challenge in itself,” he quipped.

The room erupted in laughter, the tension from earlier dissolving in the face of their shared camaraderie. But beneath the humor, a steely resolve was forming. Phoenix Squad knew that to climb the ranks, they would need to support each other more than ever.

Determined to improve their standings, Phoenix Squad began organizing informal training sessions. The air in the barracks was alive with the sound of hushed conversations and the scraping of chairs as they gathered around Lucas, whose natural knack for strategy came to the forefront. He was in his element, sketching out a plan that played to each member’s strengths while addressing their weaknesses.

Lucas’s eyes darted between his notes and his squad, his voice carrying a mix of excitement and determination. “If we’re going to climb those rankings, we need to focus on what we’re best at, and more importantly, cover each other’s weaknesses. Ava, your shooting is rock solid, but we need to get Jess confident in the wild. Talon, you’ve got the survival skills, so pair up with her.”

Jess, still adjusting her tactical rig, nodded thoughtfully, though the weight of the new challenges was clear in the tight set of her jaw. “I can help with Lucas’s PT in exchange. We all need to pitch in.”

Ava, who had been leaning against the wall, arms crossed and eyes thoughtful, added, “And Ren’s going to need some serious help with target practice if we want to make sure we’re covering all bases.”

Ren, who had been quietly observing, nodded with determination. “I’m ready. I know I’ve got work to do, but with you guys, I’ll get there.”

Lucas’s mind was already racing with ideas. “Exactly. We mix and match, so we’re covering everything. Talon, your bushcraft is critical for Jess. Ava and Ren, you focus on the range. Jess, you help me with the physical training, and I’ll make sure Ren gets through the classroom challenges.”

As Ava stepped back, Talon, who had been silently watching the scene unfold, quipped with a grin, “Yeah, but who’s going to keep Ava from decking Brison again? That’s a full-time job in itself, we should get points for that.”

The room erupted into laughter, the tension breaking as they shared in the humor. But beneath the laughter, a resolve was hardening. They weren’t just trying to survive the training anymore—they were aiming to win.

The squad’s informal training sessions quickly took on a life of their own. Lucas’s leadership in the tactical sessions not only improved their knowledge but also reinforced their trust in each other’s abilities. He was relentless in his attention to detail, cross-referencing tactical theories with real-life scenarios he had picked up from more seasoned trainees, giving Phoenix Squad an edge.

“Look,” Lucas said, pointing at a rough sketch of the training yard on the wall. His voice was low but intense. “If we can master these tactics, it’s not just about staying out of the bottom ranks—it’s about setting ourselves up for the long game. The more we understand how to think like Sentinels, the better we’ll perform under pressure.”

Ava, leaning over the table, scanned the sketch. “So, we’re going all in on strategy?”

Lucas nodded. “Exactly. We need to outthink them, not just outfight them. If we know what the instructors are looking for, we can turn that to our advantage.”

Miko, sitting back in his chair with arms folded, grinned. “This might actually work, Lucas. But don’t expect us to go easy on you in PT.”

The squad chuckled, and Lucas rolled his eyes with a grin. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m going to hate you all by the end of it.”

Later that evening, as the day’s training wound down, Ava found herself sitting quietly by the window, gazing out at the training yard. The scoreboard, once a source of anxiety, now seemed like a challenge—a challenge she was determined to rise to with her squad. The evening light cast a warm, orange hue over the scene outside, but Ava’s thoughts were elsewhere, running through the day’s events and the countless challenges that still lay ahead.

Jess, noticing Ava’s pensive expression, slipped into the seat beside her. “Hey,” she said softly, her voice breaking through Ava’s thoughts. “You okay?”

Ava turned to her, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, I’m just thinking about how far we’ve come. That scoreboard out there... it’s not just about winning. It’s about us, about how we’ve learned to rely on each other.”

Jess nodded, her eyes softening with understanding. “We’ve got this, Ava. No matter what, we’re in this together.”

Ava squeezed her hand, her smile growing warmer. “Thanks, Jess. I needed that.”

As the squad gathered for their final meeting of the day, Ava looked at each of them—Talon, always ready with a joke; Lucas, ever the planner; Jess, her confidante and friend; Ren, quiet but strong; and Miko, their steady anchor. A sense of pride swelled in her chest. They weren’t just a group of trainees anymore—they were a team, a unit.

“We might not be the top squad yet,” Ava began, her voice clear and confident, “but we’ve got something special. We’ve got each other. And that’s what’s going to make the difference.”

The squad members nodded in agreement, their faces reflecting the same determination. They had been through too much to back down now. As they prepared for the challenges ahead, they knew that together, they could overcome anything.

Chapter 54: Chief’s Curve-ball.

The morning air was crisp as all squads assembled in the training yard, their breaths visible in the cool air. Phoenix Squad, especially buoyant from the previous night’s resolve, clustered together, sharing jokes and bolstering each other’s spirits for the day ahead.

The Chief Trainer, a formidable figure known for his no-nonsense attitude, marched to the center of the yard. His sharp eyes scanned the trainees, and his voice, loud and authoritative, cut through the morning chill. "Right, listen up!"

The squads straightened instinctively, the light chatter falling silent under his command. The Chief paced as he laid out the details of the new scoring system that would govern their training evaluations. Each word felt heavier than the last, the stakes becoming clearer with every passing second. Lucas stood, arms crossed, nodding thoughtfully at each point, mentally cataloging everything, preparing for the challenges ahead.

But just as the squad started to feel they understood the stakes, the Chief threw in a curveball.

"At the end of every month, the top and bottom performers from each squad will compete against each other for extra points. This could significantly shuffle the rankings," he announced, his eyes scanning the crowd to gauge their reactions.

Lucas muttered under his breath, “Didn’t see that coming.”

Ava, always quick to adapt, reassured him with a confident smile. “Don’t worry, we’ve got this.”

The Chief concluded the briefing and dismissed the trainees to their scheduled activities, but not before signaling Ava to stay behind. The rest of Phoenix Squad exchanged concerned glances as they headed off, wondering what could be coming next.

As the trainees dispersed, the Chief Trainer’s voice boomed across the yard, "Ava, stay behind. I need a word."

Ava approached him, bracing herself for whatever was coming. The Chief was not known for his soft approach. His eyes were sharp as they met hers, and for a moment, she thought she might be in for a reprimand. But his tone, though gruff, was not harsh.

“You never disrupt my free time again," he began gruffly.

Ava nodded, standing at attention. "Sir."

He continued, his voice lowering just slightly. "And if you have to fight, do it during training hours under supervision."

Ava, puzzled by his shift in tone, looked up. "Sir?"

The Chief’s stern exterior cracked just a little, a rare hint of empathy seeping through his otherwise impenetrable demeanor. "If any of you would speak up, I’d have that idiot Brison transferred out. He’s trouble."

Ava nodded in understanding, surprised by his candidness. She had never expected the Chief to express any kind of personal concern for the trainees. It was oddly comforting, in a way.

"But we fight—" Ava started to ask, trying to make sense of the Chief’s rules.

The Chief cut her off with a raised hand, his voice firm again. "Not on my free time, trainee!"

Ava, sensing the moment for a bit of humor, retorted with respect, "In your free time, sir."

To her surprise, the Chief chuckled despite himself. "Get out of here, trainee. You have weapon drills next."

Ava walked away, allowing herself a small smile. Whatever the Chief's tough exterior hid, she appreciated his indirect support. As she made her way to the shooting range, she felt a renewed sense of determination.

The mechanical whirr of the target retrieval system faded as Ava stepped up to the empty lane at the far end of the shooting range. The atmosphere was tense, filled with the muted sounds of rifles being loaded and the soft clatter of spent casings hitting the ground.

The Range Commander, a grizzled veteran with a legendary reputation, eyed Ava as she set up. His tone was terse as he spoke. "Trainee Ava, is there a reason you're late?"

Ava, positioning her rifle with practiced precision, responded without looking up, "The Chief wanted a word, sir."

The Range Commander didn’t reply at first. Instead, he picked up a pistol, aimed down her lane, and fired a single shot that deliberately punched a hole on the outer ring of her target. Ava blinked, momentarily startled. Her perfect score was now impossible.

“Not on my time, you get me” the Commander stated flatly, handing Ava the pistol. "Don't miss," he added, his tone carrying both challenge and expectation.

Ava took the pistol with steady hands, understanding the unspoken message. This was a test. He was watching to see how she’d handle the setback he had created. She loaded the pistol, squared her stance, and focused on her breathing. The noise of the range faded into the background as she zeroed in on the target, her mind razor-sharp.

She fired.

The shot hit dead center, right in the bullseye. Ava allowed herself a small smirk, a silent retort to the Commander’s challenge. "I got this," she whispered under her breath, her confidence swelling as she fired off the remaining rounds with calm precision. Each shot was deliberate, controlled, and perfectly aimed.

As she was packing up, Lucas approached, having watched the entire exchange with quiet admiration.

“Nice shooting, Ava,” he said, his voice low but full of respect. “But we need to start thinking about the bigger picture. The Chief’s competition twist—it’s going to shake things up.”

Ava nodded, her expression thoughtful. “You’re right. We need a plan, something that plays to our strengths but also keeps us united as a squad.”

Lucas’s mind was already racing with ideas, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the challenge. “I’ll draft up a strategy tonight. We’ll need to focus on teamwork, making sure everyone improves in their weaker areas. I’ll also want to review everyone’s scores. There might be ways to game the system without actually breaking any rules.”

Ava smiled at his enthusiasm. “Sounds like you’re ready to lead this charge, Lucas.”

He grinned back, confidence radiating from him. "With your shooting and Talon’s bushcraft, we’ve got a solid core. We just need to fine-tune the rest."

As they walked away from the range, Ava couldn’t shake the feeling that they were on the cusp of something significant. The stakes had never been higher, but with Lucas at the helm of their strategy, she felt more confident than ever. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they were going to face them head-on—and together.

As Ava and Lucas made their way back to the barracks, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the training grounds, they noticed a group of trainees from another squad watching them closely. One of them, a tall girl with a confident smirk, locked eyes with Ava, the challenge in her gaze unmistakable. There was no need for words. The rivalry between Phoenix Squad and the others was unspoken but growing stronger by the day. Everyone was gunning for those top spots.

Later that evening, as Phoenix Squad gathered to discuss the day’s events, Jess brought up the competition. “We’ve got to be ready for anything. The top squads won’t go down without a fight, and I’ve heard some are already forming alliances.”

Talon, never one to miss an opportunity to inject some levity, grinned. “Let them come. We’ve got the brains, the brawn, and the heart. Phoenix Squad isn’t backing down.”

"Exactly," Ava added, her voice firm and unwavering. "We rise together, or not at all. And we’re going to do it with Lucas’s strategy leading the way."

As the squad nodded in agreement, the room hummed with a collective energy. Ava felt a swell of pride and solidarity. They were more than just a team—they were a family now. And whatever the competition threw at them, they would face it as one.

Chapter 55: Building on Lucas’s Strategy.

The barracks buzzed with activity the next morning, Phoenix Squad moving with a sense of purpose. Lucas’s strategy was already starting to take shape, and each member of the squad was ready to play their part. There was no room for hesitation now—they were fully committed.

“Okay, here’s how we’re going to do this,” Lucas said, standing at the center of the room like a general preparing his troops. His sharp eyes darted between his notes and his squad mates. “We’re focusing on pairs. Talon and Jess, you’re on bushcraft. Ava, you’re taking Ren to the range, and Miko, you’re stuck with me for PT.”

Miko chuckled from his spot by the wall, arms folded across his broad chest. “Stuck with you? More like I’m dragging you through it, Lucas. Don’t think I’m letting you off easy.”

Lucas rolled his eyes good-naturedly, but the grin tugging at his lips betrayed his anticipation. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Just don’t kill me before the rankings change.”

The room echoed with light laughter, but beneath it, there was a steely determination. Everyone knew what was at stake, and there was no doubt that each of them would give their all.

As the team split up, Jess found herself heading into the woods with Talon, his easy grin and confident stride keeping the mood light. She glanced at him, her earlier nerves resurfacing slightly.

“Why does it always feel like the wild is out to get me?” Jess asked, half-joking but with a hint of real concern.

Talon laughed softly, his voice calm and reassuring. “It’s not out to get you, Jess. You just haven’t learned to work with it yet. But don’t worry, by the end of this week, you’ll be able to start a fire with two sticks and a good attitude.”

Jess couldn’t help but smile at that. Talon’s confidence was infectious, and she felt herself relaxing as they delved deeper into the training.

Over at the shooting range, Ava was already setting up, her eyes sharp as she scanned the targets ahead. Ren stood beside her, visibly tense, gripping his rifle like it was a lifeline.

“You’ve got this, Ren,” Ava said, her voice steady and reassuring. “Take a deep breath, focus on the target, and trust your instincts. We’ll start slow.”

Ren nodded, though his fingers still trembled slightly as he positioned the rifle. Ava stayed close, her presence calming. She knew that building his confidence was just as important as improving his aim.

“Remember,” she continued, her tone more relaxed now, “It’s all about control. Don’t rush it. Let the shot come to you.”

Ren exhaled slowly, adjusting his stance as he lined up the shot. His first round missed the target by a few inches, but Ava didn’t flinch.

“Good. You’re almost there,” she said, her voice encouraging. “Focus. You’ll get it.”

By the end of the session, Ren’s shots were landing closer to the bullseye, his earlier tension easing with each round. As they packed up, Ren glanced at Ava, a small but grateful smile on his face.

“Thanks, Ava. I didn’t think I’d improve this much in one session.”

Ava smiled back, patting his shoulder. “You’ve got potential, Ren. We’ll just keep working at it. No pressure, just progress.”

Meanwhile, back at the obstacle course, Miko and Lucas were deep into their physical training circuit. Miko pushed Lucas relentlessly, the two of them sprinting between obstacles, climbing walls, and dragging heavy sandbags across the course. The sun was high overhead, and the air was thick with the smell of sweat and the sound of labored breathing.

Lucas, panting heavily, glanced over at Miko as they finished a particularly grueling climb. “You...really...don’t...hold back, do you?”

Miko grinned, barely winded as he slapped Lucas on the back. “You’ll thank me later, bookworm. Just keep moving. You’re getting faster.”

Lucas shook his head with a grin, though his legs felt like they might give out. He knew Miko was right—he was improving, even if it felt like every step was a struggle.

By the time they finished, Lucas collapsed onto the ground, arms spread wide as he caught his breath. Miko stood over him, grinning. “Not bad, Lucas. You’re getting there.”

Lucas managed a weak thumbs-up, still struggling to fill his lungs. “Yeah...just give me a minute.”

Chapter 56:

That evening, after a long day of intense training, the squad gathered in the dim light of the barracks for a final meeting. Lucas, ever the strategist, was busy organizing his notes, laying out his observations from the day. He glanced around the table, meeting each of their eyes with determination.

“We made some solid progress today,” he said, his voice steady despite the exhaustion in his eyes. “But we need to keep this momentum going. We’ve got a long way to go if we want to reach the top, and the other squads aren’t going to make it easy for us.”

Talon, leaning back in his chair, grinned. “Let them try. We’ve got something they don’t—brains and brawn, working together.”

Jess chuckled, though her eyes were thoughtful. “Yeah, but we’re going to have to work twice as hard to keep up with some of these alliances forming. Word is that the top squads are already pooling resources.”

Ava nodded, her expression serious. “We need to be smart about this. If we focus on our strengths and help each other out, we’ll be ready for anything they throw at us.”

Lucas tapped his pencil on the table, thinking. “I’ll adjust our training schedule to focus on where we need the most improvement. We’ll need to balance it out, but I think if we push in the right areas, we can stay ahead.”

Jess, her tactical rig sitting awkwardly on her frame, tugged at the straps again. “Why does this gear still feel like it was made for someone two sizes smaller?”

Ava, noticing her frustration, moved over to help, adjusting the straps with ease. “It’s because they didn’t make these for us, Jess. But that doesn’t mean we can’t make it work for us.”

Jess sighed, though a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Thanks, Ava. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Ava smiled back. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Despite the squad’s growing bond, there was an unspoken tension lingering between Jess and Miko. The two had once been close, but now something unspoken hung in the air between them, pulling them apart. Neither would acknowledge it outright, but the distance was palpable.

One afternoon, Talon, ever perceptive, pulled Ava aside. “You’ve noticed it, haven’t you? Something’s up with Jess and Miko.”

Ava nodded, glancing across the barracks where Miko sat sharpening a knife while Jess pretended not to notice. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s affecting the whole squad.”

Talon crossed his arms, his brow furrowed in thought. “We should talk to them. Get it out in the open before it starts to impact everything.”

Ava agreed. “Yeah, we should. But let’s give it a little time. Maybe they just need to work it out on their own.”

As the day wound down, Ava found herself sitting on the edge of her bunk, staring out the window into the twilight. The air was still, the barracks quiet, save for the occasional rustle of movement as the squad settled in for the night.

Jess, sensing something on Ava’s mind, sat down beside her, her expression soft. “Hey, you okay?”

Ava glanced at her, then back out the window. “Yeah, just thinking. This whole competition thing...it’s a lot. But I know we’re ready for it. We’ve come so far.”

Jess nodded, her gaze drifting toward Miko, who was still sitting across the room, focused on his knife. “Yeah...we have. But...things feel different, don’t they? Like...there’s more at stake now.”

Ava turned to face her fully, her expression serious. “Jess, if there’s something going on between you and Miko, you should talk to him. We can’t afford distractions, and I know you two were close.”

Jess hesitated, her gaze falling to the floor. “We used to be. But now...I don’t know. It’s complicated.”

Ava reached out, placing a hand on Jess’s shoulder. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. Just remember, we’re all in this together.”

Jess gave a small nod, her voice soft. “Thanks, Ava. I just need some time.”

Chapter 57:

As the day wound down, Phoenix Squad gathered in the mess hall for dinner. The usual light-hearted banter flowed, but there was an underlying tension that hadn’t been there before.

Lucas, ever the peacemaker, tried to break the ice with a joke. “I think Miko’s trying to turn me into a marathon runner,” he said, grinning. “If I get any fitter, I’ll start competing in the Sentinels’ annual race!”

The group chuckled, but the laughter didn’t last long. The unspoken tension between Jess and Miko lingered, casting a shadow over the table. Ava, noticing the discomfort, decided it was time to address the issue head-on.

She set down her fork and looked between Jess and Miko, her tone serious. “Alright, what’s going on with you two? This isn’t just squad business anymore; it’s affecting all of us.”

Jess and Miko exchanged a glance, both hesitating. Jess finally broke the silence, her voice quiet but firm. “It’s nothing, really... We just... had a bit of a misunderstanding, that’s all.”

Miko nodded, but it was clear there was more to the story. Ava pressed on, her voice gentle but insistent. “This misunderstanding seems to be causing a lot of tension. We’re a team, and we need to be able to trust each other.”

Jess sighed, looking down at her plate. “It’s just... we used to be really close before all this. But now, it feels like there’s this distance between us, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

Miko’s expression softened. “I didn’t realize I was causing that, Jess. I’ve been so focused on the training and helping Lucas that I didn’t notice things were off between us. I’m sorry.”

Jess looked up, her eyes meeting Miko’s. “I guess I just miss how things used to be. But I know we’re all under a lot of pressure. I don’t want this to affect the squad.”

"Come on, Miko, what's the real issue between you and Jess?" Ren asked, his voice light but probing. He leaned back in his chair, trying to appear casual despite the charged atmosphere.

Miko, as usual, seemed unbothered, continuing to munch on his dessert without missing a beat. “Honestly, it was just like when we were kids, back at the lake. I opened the shower curtain, not knowing she was there, apologized, and moved on to another one. No big deal, right?”

Lucas, who had been watching the exchange with a furrowed brow, sighed and shook his head slightly. "Miko, that might have been okay back then, but you've got to understand—things are different now. We’re not kids anymore, and this is a military setting. Boundaries are important, especially when privacy is so limited."

Miko looked genuinely puzzled as he glanced around the table. The rest of the squad shared knowing looks, their concern for both Miko and Jess evident.

Talon, sensing the need to lighten the mood, grinned and quipped, “Maybe we should start signing up for shower times, huh? Schedule it like a PT session!”

The table erupted in laughter, the tension momentarily easing as the squad allowed themselves to chuckle at Talon’s joke. But the relief was short-lived. Nearby, the noise level in the mess hall began to rise—sharp voices, the scrape of chairs, the unmistakable sounds of a disagreement turning ugly.

Ava’s attention shifted from her squad to the escalating commotion. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to pinpoint the source of the disturbance, but before she could act, Jess abruptly stood, her chair scraping loudly against the floor.

Without a word, Jess stormed out of the mess hall, her emotions clearly frayed. Ava didn’t hesitate. She was on her feet in an instant, concern etched on her face as she hurried after her friend. The noise inside the hall grew louder, but Ava’s focus was solely on Jess.

The cool night air hit Jess like a wave as she burst through the doors, but it did nothing to soothe the turmoil inside her. She kept walking, her pace quick and determined, as if she could outrun the feelings bubbling up within her.

“Jess, wait up!” Ava called out, finally catching up with her. She reached out, her hand gently landing on Jess’s shoulder, pulling her to a stop. Jess turned, tears glistening in her eyes, reflecting the soft light from the nearby lamps.

“Jess, talk to me,” Ava urged, her voice gentle yet firm. “What’s going on?”

Jess struggled to keep her emotions in check, her voice breaking as she spoke. “It’s just… seeing Miko there, it made me feel so uncomfortable.”

Ava’s expression softened, and she pulled Jess into a comforting hug. “It’s okay, Jess. These things happen… it’s all a misunderstanding.”

Jess leaned into the hug, but the tension in her body remained. “I know, but it’s different with Miko… we grew up together, and now everything feels weird. I just… I just don’t know what to think anymore.”

Ava gently pulled back, searching Jess’s face with understanding eyes. “Jess, is there something more between you and Miko? Something you haven’t told me?”

Jess hesitated, her gaze dropping to the ground. “We used to… hold hands under the table, back when we first got here. I thought it was just a silly, childish thing, comfort but now… I’m not so sure.”

Ava’s heart went out to her friend. “Jess, it’s okay to be confused. It’s okay to feel something more. But you can’t let this sit between you two. You’re both part of this squad, and you’re both important to me.”

Jess nodded, a small, hesitant smile breaking through. “Thanks, Ava. I just needed to say it out loud, I guess.”

Before they could delve deeper into the conversation, the noise from the mess hall grew louder, catching their attention.

Ava’s instincts kicked in, her eyes narrowing as she listened. “What’s that noise? Sounds like trouble. Let’s go back.”

Chapter 58:

When Ava and Jess re-entered the mess hall, the scene that greeted them was utter chaos. What had started as a heated disagreement over squad rankings had spiraled into a full-blown brawl. The air was thick with shouts, the clatter of trays hitting the floor, and the sharp sound of fists meeting flesh.

Food and drink had been flung across the room, staining uniforms and the walls alike. Trays clattered to the ground as fists flew, and the noise was deafening. Phoenix Squad members were caught in the thick of it—some trying to break up the fights, others dragged into the fray despite their best efforts to avoid it.

In the midst of the chaos, Lucas was valiantly trying to defend himself, holding up a thick book as a makeshift shield against an advancing trainee. Ava couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, despite the seriousness of the situation.

She exchanged a glance with Jess, part disbelief, part amusement. “I bet I get blamed for this,” Ava quipped, a wry smile tugging at her lips despite the chaos.

Jess couldn’t help but laugh, even as she shook her head at the sight of Lucas using his book to fend off his attackers. “We definitely need to step up his hand-to-hand combat training.”

Their laughter, a brief respite from the tension, was abruptly cut off by the thunderous entrance of the Chief Trainer. His voice boomed through the mess hall, cutting through the noise like a knife. “Enough!” he bellowed, his tone brooking no argument.

The brawling trainees froze, the authority in the Chief’s voice enough to stop most of them in their tracks. The mess hall fell eerily silent, the only sounds the occasional groan of a trainee nursing a sore limb or the clatter of a dropped tray.

“Everybody to the yard, now!” the Chief commanded. The trainees, chastened, began to file out of the mess hall, the air thick with the tension of the impending punishment.

As they exited, the Chief turned his gaze on Ava, a mixture of expectation and exasperation in his eyes. “Of all people, I thought you’d be in the middle of this, trainee.”

Ava flashed him a cheeky grin, trying to diffuse the situation with humor. “Didn’t get the chance, sir.”

The Chief’s expression softened slightly, but he remained stern. “Back to your barracks, now,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Ava and Jess hurried out, their earlier conflict momentarily forgotten in the face of the night’s unexpected events.

Chapter 59:

Back at the barracks, the tension from the mess hall began to dissipate. Ava and Jess collapsed onto a bunk together, still chuckling over the chaotic brawl they had just witnessed. The camaraderie of the squad, despite the night’s events, was a comforting presence around them.

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“How did it even escalate that far?” Ava wondered aloud, shaking her head in disbelief. “It was like watching a comedy unfold!”

Jess, still laughing, added, “Yeah, and I bet Lucas’s book-fighting style will become legendary!”

The light-hearted banter helped to ease the remnants of tension between them. Ava turned to Jess, her tone softening as she spoke. “Do we need to talk more about you and Miko? It’s not silly, Jess. Relationships, especially here, are complicated.”

Jess sighed, leaning back against the wall, her laughter fading into a more thoughtful expression. “I know… I just feel silly for overreacting now.”

Ava reached out, brushing a strand of hair out of Jess’s face with sisterly affection. “It’s not silly, Jess. You’re allowed to feel how you feel. We’re all here for each other—squad and friends first, right? If you want, I can talk to Miko for you?”

Jess shook her head, managing a small, appreciative smile. “No, thanks, Ava. I’ll handle it. I just need some time to think.”

The two of them sat in comfortable silence, finding solace in each other’s presence as the chaos of the outside world faded away. For now, in this moment, they were just two friends, finding strength in their bond, ready to face whatever challenges the next day would bring.

The training yard was bathed in the deep orange of the setting sun, the shadows of the trainees stretching long across the ground as they stood at attention. The Chief stood at the center of the yard, his stern gaze sweeping over the assembled group, his voice cutting through the cool evening air.

“I want the squad responsible for starting that mess to step forward now!” he barked, his tone leaving no room for argument. But the trainees remained silent, their expressions unreadable, unified in their decision to remain as one.

The Chief’s patience wore thin. “Fine! Everyone will give me 50 push-ups, now!”

With groans of resignation, the trainees dropped to the ground, their arms already aching from the day’s exertions. The Chief’s voice rang out in a relentless cadence, counting each push-up with merciless precision. “One… two… three…”

By the time they reached fifty, the trainees were exhausted, sweat dripping from their faces as they pushed themselves to their feet, breathing heavily.

The Chief wasn’t done. “Since no one’s coming forward, you can all stand right here till sunset. If you move, you’ll be here tomorrow too. Understand?”

“Yes, sir!” came the unified, if weary, response.

As the Chief finally left them to their punishment, the trainees stood in a silent, shared misery, the camaraderie forged in their collective discomfort deepening with each passing minute.

Chapter 60:

The door burst open suddenly, and the once quiet barracks erupted into noise as the rest of Phoenix Squad and the other squads filed in, their faces a mix of relief and exhaustion. The heavy atmosphere of the training yard was left outside as the squad brought with them an infectious energy, their earlier punishment seemingly forgotten.

Callum, ever the joker, was the first to break the silence. “And I thought we were done for, but then Phoenix jumped in!” he declared dramatically, his voice full of exaggerated bravado.

The room erupted in laughter, and soon the entire barracks was chanting, “Phoenix! Phoenix!” The sound bounced off the walls, growing louder with each repetition, until the air was thick with the camaraderie of shared experiences and a newfound pride in their bunk mates.

Elodie, caught up in the energy, added between giggles, “Did you see Lucas? He was swinging his book like it was a sword!”

Ava and Jess exchanged a glance, both smiling broadly. “Oh, we saw,” Ava called out, her voice laced with teasing. “Lucas, you’re on hand-to-hand training with us tomorrow. Time to put those books down and lift some fists!”

The room exploded into laughter again, the earlier tension of the day finally breaking under the weight of their shared humor and the strength of their bonds.

Talon, never one to miss a chance to stir the pot, leaned back against his bunk with a satisfied smirk. “I don’t think Delta Squad will be messing with us again anytime soon.”

“They definitely won’t,” Ava agreed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “They didn’t know what hit them.”

The barracks was alive with chatter, stories of the day’s events being recounted and embellished as the night wore on. The earlier strains of discipline had given way to a festive atmosphere, the chant of “Phoenix!” still echoing in the background, a rallying cry that bound them together not just as bunk mate's, but as a unit.

As the room buzzed with energy, Jess nudged Miko gently, her expression serious but warm. “Let’s talk,” she said quietly, leading him towards the back of the barracks where they could have a moment of privacy.

Ava noticed the exchange and nudged Talon. “Let’s give them some space,” she whispered, her tone indicating the need for discretion.

The rest of the barracks continued their boisterous conversation, the sound of laughter and friendly banter filling the air. Ava, glancing back at Jess and Miko, saw the two of them sitting close together, their heads bent in quiet conversation. She noticed a tentative smile pass between them, a silent acknowledgment of their shared history and perhaps something more. Ava filed the moment away in her mind, knowing there would be time to discuss it later if needed, but for now, she was content to let them find their own resolution.

“Phoenix, Phoenix!” The cheers continued, a powerful reminder of the bonds they had forged in the heat of training, in the face of discipline, and in the quiet moments of reflection. This night would be one they would remember—a night that strengthened their resolve and solidified their place as a formidable team within this military training facility.

As the night deepened, the laughter and stories gradually gave way to the quiet hum of sleep. The trainees of Phoenix Squad settled into their bunks, their hearts light with the knowledge that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

Chapter 61:

Over the next two weeks, Phoenix Squad solidifies their reputation as formidable competitors. Each day starts early on the training yard, where Lucas's planning and strategic insights keep them consistently scoring high across various drills and exercises.

The first week was a whirlwind of relentless training and mounting pressure. Phoenix Squad had settled into a rhythm, pushing themselves harder each day. The physical drills were grueling, but the squad was more focused than ever. Jess and Talon had turned their navigation skills into an art form. With Talon’s sharp eye for terrain and Jess’s rapidly improving agility, they moved through drills like a synchronized dance, shaving precious seconds off their completion times.

Jess wiped the sweat from her brow after their final drill of the day, exchanging a glance with Talon. “I think we’re getting too good at this. We might have to start slowing down just to keep things fair,” she quipped, her grin widening.

Talon chuckled, adjusting his pack. “Maybe we should give the others a head start next time. We’re practically showing off now.”

Meanwhile, Lucas and Miko were deep in their daily battle against the obstacle course. Every day was a personal challenge, each second shaved off their time a small victory. Miko’s strength and Lucas’s growing speed had become a perfect combination.

At the end of the week, they gathered around the scoreboard, eyes locked on the updated ranks. Phoenix Squad’s name gleamed in third place, the gap between them and second shrinking. The excitement was palpable.

“We’re closing in,” Lucas said, his voice full of quiet confidence as he glanced at the rest of the team. “Keep this up, and we’ll have second place by next week.”

“Maybe even first,” Jess added, her eyes flicking back to the scoreboard, a spark of determination lighting them up.

Lunch had quickly transformed into strategic sessions. Phoenix Squad no longer viewed their break as downtime—it was a vital part of their plan. The trays were pushed aside as Lucas spread out his notepad, sketching out ideas and highlighting their next moves.

Ava’s leadership was the glue holding them together. She sat at the head of the table, her gaze scanning over each team member. “Every point counts, team. Let’s stay sharp,” she said, her voice steady, cutting through the noise of the mess hall.

Jess adjusted her rig again, her fingers fumbling slightly with the straps. Ava, noticing the subtle frustration, moved to help, her hands working quickly and efficiently to adjust the straps to fit more comfortably.

“Thanks,” Jess said, her shoulders relaxing slightly as Ava finished the adjustments.

“Don’t mention it. You’re stronger than when you first put this on. You’re adapting,” Ava said, her tone matter-of-fact but tinged with pride.

Jess smiled, her confidence growing as she nodded in agreement. “Feels like it.”

Across the table, Miko gave a sharp nod as Lucas outlined their next move. “We’re hitting these points fast, but we need to make sure we’re covering our bases. The gaps in the other squads are what’s giving us the edge. If we keep playing smart, we’re moving up.”

Week two was where things clicked. Phoenix Squad had always been strong, but now they were becoming something more—each day refining their weaknesses, building on their strengths, and finding new ways to support each other. The rotations during drills became second nature, with each squad member learning to step into any role at a moment’s notice.

Talon partnered with Miko on bushcraft drills, his patience matching Miko’s tenacity as they worked through complex survival tasks. Meanwhile, Jess and Lucas made navigating obstacles seem effortless, their teamwork growing with each passing day.

The real turning point, though, was Lucas’s theory about the scoring patterns. By selectively excelling in areas that earned the most points, they were climbing the ranks faster than anyone expected. It wasn’t just about brute force or speed anymore—it was about playing the game smart.

“We’re not just competing anymore,” Lucas said one evening, his voice steady as he scribbled more notes on his ever-growing notepad. “We’re outthinking them.”

“Damn right,” Talon said, leaning back against the wall, his grin wide. “Brains and brawn—we’ve got both, and they can’t handle it.”

Even Miko and Jess, who had once had a quiet tension between them, had settled into a new rhythm. The misunderstandings that once hung over them had dissolved, replaced by a shared sense of purpose. During one intense training session, Miko shot Jess a grin after they completed a particularly tough drill together. “Looks like we’re back on the same page.”

Jess wiped her brow, smiling back. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t going to let you have all the fun.”

Chapter 62: Final Drill Announcement.

As the second week came to an end, the Chief Trainer called the squads together for an unexpected announcement. His presence alone was enough to command silence across the yard, and when he spoke, his voice was sharp, each word carrying weight.

“This morning, you’ll face a full-scale mock drill. This drill will be a test of all the skills you’ve acquired,” he said, his gaze cutting through the squads like a blade. “Each squad will complete a series of tasks. Time and execution will determine your score.”

A ripple of murmurs passed through the squads, but Phoenix Squad stood silently, exchanging glances of determination.

“You’ll have 30 minutes to strategize,” the Chief added. “Your time starts now.”

Back in the barracks, Phoenix Squad immediately gathered around Lucas, who eagerly grabbed the task sheet from Ren’s hands. The air in the room was thick with tension, but there was also an undercurrent of excitement. This was their chance to take the lead.

“Alright,” Lucas began, scanning the sheet quickly. His mind raced as he formulated a plan. “Let’s play to our strengths. We don’t need to over-complicate this.”

He pointed at the tasks, assigning roles with quick precision. “Ava, you and Ren are on the shooting range. Your accuracy will give us the edge there.”

Ava gave a sharp nod, already mentally running through the plan in her head. “We’ll handle it.”

“Jess, you and Miko are on the obstacle course. Your agility and Miko’s strength will make the perfect team for that.”

Jess straightened, her unease fading as her confidence settled in. “We’ll crush it.”

Miko nodded in agreement. “She’s right. We’ve got this.”

“Talon, you’re on knives, traps, and bushcraft. This is your playground.”

Talon’s grin widened. “I’ll make it count.”

“And I’ll take the endurance track,” Lucas finished. “Been training for this—time to put it to the test.”

As Lucas wrapped up, Ava noticed Jess’s hand brush against Miko’s under the table. Sensing the delicate moment, Ava leaned in, her voice low but supportive. “You good with this?”

Jess glanced at Ava, her expression softening in appreciation. She gave a small nod, pulling her hand back slightly. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Satisfied, Ava patted Jess on the back. “We’ll ace this.”

Lucas glanced up, catching the final exchange between Ava and Jess. “Ava, I’ll also need you on hand-to-hand with Ren,” he added. “Your defensive skills are our best bet there.”

Ava’s expression grew more serious. “No problem. We’ve got this.”

The squad stood, forming a close circle. The energy was palpable now, humming through the air as they prepared for the biggest challenge yet.

Talon raised his fist, his voice full of intensity. “Phoenix on three.”

“Phoenix!” they shouted in unison, the sound echoing through the barracks, a promise of unity and determination. Each of them checked their gear, exchanging quick words of encouragement and last-minute tips.

“Let’s show them what we’ve got,” Ava said, her voice filled with quiet confidence as they dispersed to their stations.

The weight of the upcoming drill pressed down on them, but it wasn’t suffocating. Instead, it was a reminder of everything they had worked for. This was their moment to prove they were more than just another squad—they were a unit, bound by their trust in each other.

Chapter 63: The Bell Rings.

As the bell rang, signaling the start of the event, Phoenix Squad stood up in unison. They exchanged quick pats on the back and words of encouragement, their camaraderie evident in the small but meaningful gestures. Determination hung thick in the air, mixed with the undeniable sense of unity that had come to define them. They split into their assigned tasks, moving with purpose and confidence.

Ava and Ren made their way toward the combat pits, their footsteps steady and sure. The crowd around the pits grew as competitors gathered, each person sizing up the others. Ava glanced at Ren, her voice low and serious as they walked.

“Keep your head on a swivel in there,” she warned. “Some of these guys aren’t just looking to score points—they might be out for blood, after the mess hall. Stay sharp.”

Ren nodded, absorbing her words. His eyes scanned the growing crowd, and he tightened the wraps on his hands. “Got it. Let’s just focus on what we came here to do.”

Nearby, Talon was briefing Lucas on setting up traps. His tone was calm but filled with purpose as they headed toward their station. “Keep it simple and functional, Lucas. The traps don’t need to be fancy, just effective. Focus on precision.”

Lucas nodded, already running through the process in his head. “Thanks, Talon. Learning from the best here.”

Talon chuckled, clapping Lucas on the back. “Just make sure you keep up, bookworm.”

Meanwhile, Jess walked toward her station, the weight of the event pressing on her shoulders. As she passed Miko, she reached out, her fingers brushing against his in a fleeting moment of connection. They exchanged a silent look, filled with understanding and a hint of anxiety. Their closeness had been growing, and both were increasingly aware of how hard it was becoming to hide it.

“Good luck out there,” Jess murmured, her voice just loud enough for Miko to hear. “Be careful.”

Miko gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his usual grin tempered by seriousness. “I’ve got this. You too—stay focused.”

They parted quickly, each casting glances around to make sure no one had noticed their brief interaction. Miko headed into the obstacle course with a laser-sharp focus, his determination evident in the way he attacked each challenge. Every movement was calculated, precise, a reflection of the grit that had come to define him.

Back at the trap station, Talon crouched low, his hands working swiftly as he demonstrated how to set up an effective trap. Lucas watched closely, his brow furrowed in concentration. The two worked in sync, the tension of the upcoming event tightening around them like a coil.

“It’s all about timing and placement,” Talon explained. “You set it too early, they’ll see it coming. Too late, and it’s useless.”

Lucas nodded, mimicking Talon’s movements as he helped set the next trap. His fingers moved carefully, a mix of nerves and determination coursing through him. “Got it. Timing is everything.”

Talon gave a quick nod of approval. “Exactly. You’re catching on fast.”

As they worked, the sounds of nearby competitions filled the air—the grunts of exertion, the distant cheers of encouragement. The pressure was mounting, but Lucas’s focus didn’t waver. His hands shook slightly as he finished setting the trap, but Talon’s calm presence kept him grounded.

“Not bad for a bookworm, huh?” Lucas said, a small grin tugging at his lips.

Talon chuckled as he stood, dusting his hands off. “You’re doing alright. Just don’t let it go to your head.”

Over at the combat pits, the atmosphere was electric. The crowd around them buzzed with excitement as competitors prepared for their bouts. Ava stood at the edge of the pit, her sharp eyes scanning the other fighters. Ren was beside her, rolling his shoulders, his jaw tight with focus. The tension between them was palpable, but it was a shared understanding—an acknowledgment of what was at stake.

Ava nudged Ren, her voice a quiet command. “Don’t let them see you sweat. Confidence is half the fight.”

Ren exhaled slowly, nodding. “I’m good. Let’s get this done.”

As the referee shouted “Go!” Ava’s first opponent charged toward her, fists raised. But Ava was faster. She sidestepped his wild swing, her movements fluid and precise. With a quick counter, she knocked him off balance, flipping him onto his back and pinning him to the mat with ease.

“Alright, alright, I’m out!” her opponent gasped, tapping the mat in surrender.

Ava released him, rising to her feet in one smooth motion. She glanced across the pit to see Ren finishing his own bout, his opponent tapping out under a strong hold. They exchanged a brief nod—an acknowledgment of their shared victory.

Ava’s next opponent was a larger, more imposing figure—a trainee who looked down at her with a sneer, clearly underestimating her. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles, the scorn in his expression obvious.

“Sorry, girl, this is gonna hurt,” he taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.

Ava didn’t flinch. She met his gaze with an unwavering calm, her voice steady. “Yeah, it will—for you.”

At the signal, he lunged toward her, but Ava was ready. She dodged his attack with a quick sidestep, her body moving like water around his clumsy strikes. When the opportunity presented itself, she countered with a sharp kick to his ribs, then swept his legs from under him. Before he could react, she had him pinned in a tight leg hold.

“Let go, let go! You win!” he cried out, his voice strained with pain.

Ava released him, rising to her feet with a calm efficiency. She scanned the pit for Ren and spotted him clutching his shoulder, wincing as he rotated it. Concern flashed across her face as she rushed over to him.

“You okay?” she asked, her tone laced with worry.

Ren grimaced, testing his shoulder. “One of them tried to pull it out of its socket, but I’m fine.”

Before they could continue, a hostile voice from a nearby trainee cut through the air. The sneering trainee was watching them, taunting Ren with jeers. Ava’s eyes narrowed, tension flaring between the groups, but before anything could escalate, the trainers stepped in, diffusing the situation.

The final bout approached, and Ava squared off against her last opponent—a cocky trainee with a sharp tongue and a cruel smirk.

“Left or right, blondie?” he taunted, his eyes gleaming with arrogance.

Ava’s smile was cold, her confidence unshaken. “You’ll be on the ground before you know what hit you.”

The referee stepped between them, his sharp voice silencing the exchange. “Enough. Get ready.”

At the signal, Ava moved like lightning. Her opponent barely had time to register her approach before she executed a flawless aerial move, her legs locking around his neck. With a powerful pull, she brought him down to the mat, her legs wrapped tightly around him in a hold that left him gasping for breath.

The referee quickly stepped in. “Tap out! Do you give up?”

The trainee frantically tapped Ava’s leg, his face red from the strain. “I’m out! I’m out!”

Ava released him and stood, her breathing steady despite the intensity of the bout. Her opponent collapsed to the ground, coughing and wheezing.

“Is that even allowed?” he muttered, still catching his breath.

The referee, still wide-eyed from Ava’s performance, nodded. “It’s allowed.”

Ava didn’t linger. She jogged over to Ren, who was still seated with a medic, testing his shoulder’s mobility.

“Clean sweep,” she said with a grin. “Let’s go celebrate with the others.”

Ren smiled, though it was strained. “I’ll catch up. Go ahead.”

With a reassuring squeeze of his good shoulder, "ok, make sure you do then," and with that Ava left him to the medic.

Chapter 64:

As Ava jogged toward the knife-throwing range, she could hear the buzz of excited voices before she even arrived. A crowd of trainees had gathered, their anticipation palpable as they watched the action unfold. Jess spotted Ava first and waved her over, her face lighting up with excitement as she broke into a grin.

“Ava!” Jess called out, practically bouncing on her toes. “How did it go?”

Ava beamed, the adrenaline from her clean sweep still coursing through her veins. “Clean sheet!” she announced proudly.

Jess didn’t hesitate, wrapping Ava in a quick embrace. “That’s amazing! But where’s Ren? Is he okay?”

Ava’s expression softened, concern flickering across her face. “He hurt his shoulder during the bout. He’s getting checked out by the medics but should be here soon.”

Satisfied for the moment, Jess nodded, though a trace of worry remained. Ava’s gaze shifted, scanning the crowd around the knife-throwing range. “So, what’s happening here?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“It’s down to Talon and Lucas now,” Jess explained, her voice hushed with excitement. “If Talon sticks all his throws, and Lucas hits the post one more time, we’ll actually jump to second place!”

Ava raised an eyebrow, impressed. “It’s that close, huh?”

Before Jess could respond, Miko jogged up, slightly out of breath, his face still flushed from his own exertions. “I had to see this,” he said, his tone filled with anticipation as he joined them.

The crowd quieted slightly as the trainer called out. “Phoenix, you’re up!”

Talon stepped forward, his confident grin flashing as he twirled a knife effortlessly between his fingers. The way he handled the blade made it clear he wasn’t just skilled—he was in his element.

“Whenever you’re ready,” the trainer instructed, stepping aside.

Talon shot the trainer a playful smile. “Right, right, no more showing off.” Then, in one swift motion, he hurled the knives in rapid succession. One, two, three. Each knife landed perfectly, thudding into the wooden post in a tight, impressive cluster. The crowd erupted in cheers, awestruck by the display of precision.

“Wow!” Jess whispered, her eyes wide as she watched the scene unfold.

The trainer waved for quiet, raising his hand. “Settle down. Next up!”

Lucas stepped forward, his face paler than usual. His hands visibly shook, and his nervous energy was unmistakable. Talon clapped him on the back, grinning.

“You got this, buddy,” Talon encouraged. “It’s all in the wrist.”

From the sidelines, Ava, Jess, and Miko shouted words of encouragement, their voices blending with the cheers from the crowd. “Come on, Lucas! You’ve got this!”

Lucas took a deep breath, muttering to himself as he raised his arm. “I got this... I got this...” His first throw missed entirely, the knife sailing past the target.

Talon didn’t miss a beat. “It’s okay, you’ve still got two more tries!” he called out, his tone light but supportive.

Lucas nodded, his hands still trembling slightly as he prepared for his second throw. This time, the knife hit the post but didn’t stick.

“Miss!” the trainer called out, his voice ringing over the range.

Talon, ever the jokester, grinned. “Last chance, Lucas! Better aim this one, or it’s worm-eating duty with Brison!”

The crowd chuckled, but Lucas remained focused, his brow furrowed as he steadied his nerves. His eyes locked onto the target, and with one final breath, he released the knife. It flew through the air and landed with a satisfying thud, sticking firmly in the post.

The crowd roared, and Talon lifted Lucas off the ground in a triumphant bear hug. “You did it! You really did it!” he shouted, laughing as Lucas was practically smothered by his enthusiastic celebration.

The rest of Phoenix Squad rushed forward, their cheers loud and their excitement infectious. Together, they lifted Lucas onto their shoulders, their voices ringing out in a chant of “Phoenix! Phoenix!” as they celebrated the small victory. Their spirits were high, the camaraderie that had grown between them shining through in their shared moment of triumph.

Chapter 65:

As the midday sun beat down relentlessly as the trainees gathered near the edge of the field, the tension thick in the air. The last event had been grueling, and as the squads assembled for the final debrief, murmurs of confusion rippled through the crowd. At the front, the Chief stood with his arms crossed, his sharp gaze scanning the line of trainees with an intensity that silenced the whispers almost immediately.

A hush fell over the field as the Chief raised his hand. His voice was like gravel, rough and filled with authority as he barked, "Listen up!"

Everyone snapped to attention, their eyes fixed on him. The Chief took his time, his steely gaze boring into the crowd, daring anyone to challenge what he was about to say.

"Delta Squad," he began, his voice low and cutting through the silence like a blade. "Step forward."

There was a collective intake of breath as Team Delta hesitantly moved toward the front, their faces a mix of confusion and nervousness. The Chief’s expression was unreadable as he pulled something from behind his back—a ghillie suit, tattered and dirty, but unmistakable.

"Does this look familiar?" the Chief growled, holding the suit up for everyone to see.

The crowd shifted uneasily, whispers breaking out again. Delta Squad members exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of the Chief’s gaze pressing down on them like a heavy stone.

"You’ve been using this to gain an unfair advantage in the field exercises," the Chief continued, his voice cold with fury. "I don’t care how clever you think you are, but using unauthorized equipment in a competition like this is grounds for immediate disqualification."

The words hung in the air like a death sentence. The trainees around Delta Squad looked on in stunned silence, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and grim satisfaction.

The Chief’s eyes narrowed, his tone growing even colder. "Delta Squad, you’re disqualified. Pack up and get out. You’ve disgraced yourselves and this competition."

One of Delta’s members opened his mouth as if to protest, but the Chief silenced him with a sharp glare that could have cut through steel.

"I don’t want to hear it," the Chief snapped, his voice booming. "You’re lucky I don’t throw you off the entire course. Now, move."

With their heads hung low, the members of Delta Squad turned and marched away, their humiliation palpable. The other trainees watched them go, the realization settling in—no one was above the rules, and the Chief wasn’t about to let anyone forget that.

As the Chief turned back to the remaining squads, his expression remained as hard as granite. "Let this be a lesson to the rest of you. Play by the rules, or you’re done. Understood?"

A unified chorus of "Yes, sir!" rang out across the field, the tension easing only slightly as the Chief turned on his heel and stormed off.

Back in the barracks, the energy was still buzzing. Other squads were scattered around the room, some nursing bruises, others discussing their performances animatedly. But Phoenix Squad moved as a unit, their laughter and jokes filling the air as they settled into their space.

Ava, always quick to lift the mood even higher, headed straight for her hidden stash. She returned with an assortment of treats—puddings and chocolates—which she tossed onto the nearest bunk with a flourish.

“Dig in, guys! We’ve definitely earned it today,” she declared, her smile as wide as ever.

As her squad-mates eagerly dove into the treats, Ava, ever generous, tossed a pudding to a nearby trainee from another squad. “Here, join the celebration!” she called, extending the joy beyond their immediate circle.

Lucas chuckled, unwrapping a chocolate bar. “I can’t wait to see what’s next. I’m already planning our next strategy!”

The room filled with easy laughter and chatter as the team recounted their day, each adding their own spin to the stories of their triumphs. Just then, Ren limped into the room, his arm resting in a makeshift sling. The buzz of conversation faded as everyone turned toward him.

Ava rushed over, concern etched on her face. “Oh my God, Ren, are you okay?”

Ren waved her off with a wry grin. “I’m fine, I just need to keep it rested for a bit.” He winked at Lucas. “But hey, I get to make you jealous.”

Lucas raised an eyebrow. “And how’s that?”

Ren grinned wider. “I’ve got a free pass to the classroom sessions until this heals. Beat that!”

Laughter broke out around the room, and Lucas pretended to be affronted. “I knew I should’ve stuck with Ava during the combat rounds!”

Amidst the laughter, Ren reached into his pocket and handed Ava a folded piece of paper. “Oh, by the way, this was given to me earlier. Someone said it’s for you.”

Curious, Ava took the note and unfolded it. Her brow furrowed slightly as she read aloud, “‘After tea time. Your cupboard.’” She glanced around at the others, confusion evident in her voice. “That’s it. And I don’t even recognize the handwriting.”

Jess leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “A mystery! Kind of like you used to be, huh?”

Ava rolled her eyes but smiled. “I guess I’ll find out what it’s about after tea.”

As the squad dove back into their snacks, the air was filled with friendly banter and the rustling of wrappers. Ava, however, couldn’t shake a feeling of unease. As she casually scanned the room, her gaze landed on Miko’s hand resting gently on Jess’s back. Jess quickly swatted it away, a flush of embarrassment crossing her face when she caught Ava’s eye.

Ava leaned in close, her voice a quiet whisper. “You’ve got to be more careful. People are starting to notice.”

Jess gave a quick, nervous nod, clearly aware of the risk. The two exchanged a look of understanding, and the moment passed as the squad continued to revel in their victory, their spirits buoyed by their shared experiences and the lingering mystery of the note.

Chapter 66:

Later that evening, as the sun dipped lower on the horizon, Ava and Talon made their way toward the cupboard mentioned in the note. The air was cool, and a sense of mystery hung between them as they walked.

“You have any idea who it could be?” Talon asked, his tone light but probing.

Ava shook her head. “Honestly? No clue. If it were Ethan, he would’ve just sent someone to get me.”

As they approached the cupboard, Ava’s mind raced through possibilities, dismissing each one just as quickly. It didn’t make sense, but her instincts told her to be cautious. Talon hesitated for a moment before speaking again, his voice quiet.

“Ava, I’ve been meaning to ask you something... about Jess and Miko. Have you noticed anything... odd between them?”

Ava sighed deeply, torn between loyalty and concern. “Yeah, I’ve noticed it. We need to keep an eye on them. If the trainers pick up on it, it could cause real trouble.”

Talon nodded, his expression serious. “Agreed. I’ll stay alert. Now, let’s see who left you that note. I’ll hang back, just in case.”

Ava nodded gratefully, appreciating Talon’s steady presence. She stepped forward, opening the cupboard door—and was immediately greeted by a familiar, smiling face.

“Mara!” Ava gasped, her heart leaping with joy.

Her older sister stepped forward, pulling her into a tight hug. “Hey, little sis! It’s been too long.”

Ava’s grin widened as

she clung to her sister, the weight of the past weeks suddenly feeling lighter. “What are you doing back? I’ve missed you so much!”

Mara chuckled, ruffling Ava’s hair affectionately. “I missed you too. And look at you—grown up, tough, and leading your own squad!”

Ava pulled back slightly, her eyes scanning the area around them. “Are the others here too?”

Mara nodded. “They’re around, but we’re laying low until tomorrow. Oh, and your friend can come in too.”

Talon, who had been hanging back, stepped into view, giving Mara a sheepish smile. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Mara smirked. “I’ll bet. Ava talks about you guys all the time.”

As introductions were made and stories were exchanged, the night slipped by. Mara shared tales of her time in the wastelands, her voice animated as she described the thrilling, dangerous missions she had undertaken.

“We even got to watch you guys during the drills today,” Mara said with a grin.

Ava blinked, surprised. “From where?”

Mara’s smile was cryptic. “We have our ways.”

As the night drew to a close, Mara gave Ava one last hug before departing. “Breakfast tomorrow, okay? We’ll catch up more.”

When Mara was gone, Talon turned to Ava, his expression thoughtful. “About Jess and Miko... we really need to be careful. It’s getting noticeable.”

Ava nodded, her brow furrowed in concern. “I know. If the wrong person sees them... it could get ugly.”

They walked back toward the barracks, a silent agreement forming between them. They would watch out for their friends—whatever the cost.

Chapter 67:

The annual Sentinel holiday was upon them, a rare break in the otherwise relentless grind. Cadet graduations were in full swing, and the camp buzzed with a mix of festive energy and quiet anticipation. It was one of the few times when the mess hall wasn’t just a place for hurried meals but for relaxed conversations, laughter, and reunions.

Ava sat with Phoenix Squad at their usual table, enjoying a leisurely breakfast for the first time in what felt like ages. The smell of freshly baked bread and hot coffee filled the air, mixing with the soft hum of voices around the hall. Despite the easy atmosphere, Ava found herself scanning the room, her gaze constantly flicking toward the door, waiting for Mara’s squad to appear.

Talon, always perceptive, caught her anxious glances. Between bites of his toast, he leaned over with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, they’ll show up. Mara wouldn’t miss this.”

Ava chuckled, though she couldn’t shake the anticipation building in her chest. “I know, I just... it’s been so long. I almost can’t believe she’s really back.”

Jess, sitting across from Ava, practically bounced in her seat, her excitement contagious. “I still can’t get over it! Mara’s here! You must be thrilled, Ava. After all this time?”

“I am,” Ava admitted, her smile growing. “It was such a surprise when she popped up yesterday. I wasn’t expecting—”

Before Ava could finish her sentence, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into a playful headlock. A familiar voice, filled with warmth and joy, rang out.

“Hey, little sis!”

Ava laughed as Mara planted a kiss on top of her head, releasing her from the playful grip. Turning, Ava stood to properly hug her sister, the joy of the reunion filling her chest. The rest of Mara’s squad hovered nearby, a mix of familiar faces and new ones, each one grinning as they took turns greeting Ava.

Mara’s presence seemed to light up the room. She was taller than Ava by a few inches, her frame strong and confident, the way someone looked after spending almost a year in the wastelands. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, and her eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced around.

“So, you’re the ones who’ve taken over our old bunks and our table, huh?” Mara teased, her tone lighthearted, but with a playful edge.

Phoenix Squad exchanged sheepish glances. Jess gave a half-apologetic shrug, but before anyone could respond, Mara burst into laughter, waving off their discomfort. “Relax, relax, I’m kidding. It’s all yours now. But tell me, did you ever find the stash board we left behind?”

Jess blinked in surprise and turned to Ava. “Wait, that was from you guys?”

Ava’s face flushed slightly, caught off guard by the revelation. “Oh, right,” she chuckled. “I guess I forgot to mention that.”

The entire table erupted in laughter, the easy camaraderie bringing them all together. As they settled back into their seats, the conversation flowed naturally, like old friends catching up after years apart. Talon, always the inquisitive one, peppered Mara with questions about her time as a scout.

“So, what’s it really like out there?” Talon asked, his voice filled with wonder. “I mean, we’ve heard stories, but... it’s gotta be different from the inside, right?”

Mara grinned, her eyes flicking between Talon and the rest of the squad. “It’s intense, that’s for sure. The wastelands aren’t a joke, and the things you see out there... well, they stay with you.” Her expression softened slightly, the weight of her words clear. “But it’s worth it. Every mission, every risk. You learn to survive. You learn to adapt.”

Lucas leaned in, eager to join the conversation. “Ava told us you were heading up a scout unit. I didn’t think we’d actually get to meet you in person.” He paused, grinning. “I mean, Ava talks about you all the time.”

Mara raised an eyebrow, glancing at Ava with amusement. “Is that so?” She nudged her little sister playfully. “Did she also tell you about Brison?”

At the mention of the name, Ava’s cheeks flushed deeper, and Jess’s eyes widened in mock horror. “Wait, Brison? What did I miss? Ava, you never told us about this!”

Ava rolled her eyes, clearly embarrassed by the attention. “Honestly, it just... slipped my mind.”

Jess crossed her arms, her expression a mix of concern and amusement. “You fought him off before, didn’t you? You could’ve told us. We would’ve had your back.”

Ava gave a small smile, her voice softening. “It was just something I had to deal with on my own. It wasn’t a big deal.”

Mara leaned back in her chair, grinning as she took a sip of her drink. “Well, he had it coming, that’s for sure.”

As breakfast wound down, Mara and her squad said their goodbyes, promising to catch up later. Ava hugged her sister tightly, feeling the warmth of the connection that had been missing for so long. As they parted, Phoenix Squad began to disperse, with Talon and Lucas heading off together, their voices low as they shared some kind of inside joke.

Chapter 68:

On the walk back to the barracks, Jess nudged Ava gently, her voice thoughtful. “You know, you didn’t have to keep the Brison thing from us. We’re your squad—we’d understand.”

Ava smiled, appreciating the empathy in Jess’s tone. “I know, Jess. I guess I just didn’t want to worry anyone. It wasn’t worth making a fuss over.”

Jess gave her a knowing look. “Still, you don’t always have to shoulder things on your own.”

Ava nodded, the weight of her friend’s words sinking in. “Thanks, Jess. I’ll remember that.”

They continued walking in comfortable silence, the warm breeze brushing through the trees lining the path. Though Mara’s return had brought joy and excitement, Ava couldn’t shake the feeling that new challenges were on the horizon. The dynamics within Phoenix Squad were shifting, and as close as they had become, there were things left unspoken—things that might soon come to light.

When they reached the barracks, the atmosphere inside was light and festive. The squadmates had settled into their routines, chatting and laughing, their spirits high after the reunion. Ava glanced around, catching sight of Talon and Lucas still deep in conversation, their heads close together as they whispered in conspiratorial tones.

She smiled, letting the warmth of her squad's camaraderie wash over her. Whatever came next, she knew they would face it together.

Talon and Lucas were already there, huddled in the center of the room, a sense of anticipation hovering around them. Their whispered conversation and occasional chuckles drew curious glances from the rest of the squad as they stepped inside.

Miko, always quick to pick up on the unusual, leaned against the doorframe with a bemused expression. “Alright, what’s going on with you two?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Talon and Lucas exchanged a quick grin before Lucas, ever eager to share one of his historical nuggets, spoke up. “You know how we’ve been talking about traditions? Back before the cataclysm, people celebrated holidays around this time of year, giving each other small gifts. It was a way to honor the season and, more importantly, their relationships.”

Talon stepped forward, his voice taking on a more personal tone. “When I was traveling with my dad, no matter where we were or how rough things got, he’d always find a way to give me a small gift. It was something to look forward to. So... we thought, why not bring that tradition here?”

The rest of the squad gathered around, their curiosity piqued. Talon gestured to the bunks with a nod, a playful grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “We’ve got something for each of you. Check your beds.”

Without hesitation, Ava led the charge, her excitement bubbling up as she crossed to her bunk. There, resting on the neatly folded blanket, was a small, carefully wrapped package. The wrapping was simple, but it was clear that thought had gone into every detail. With careful hands, she unwrapped the package, revealing a gleaming knife with a beautifully forged handle. Next to it lay a bracelet, its metal cool and smooth as she picked it up.

Ava’s breath caught as she turned the bracelet over in her hand, her fingers tracing the intricate design. The weight of the knife felt solid, a comforting reminder of her squad’s strength and reliability.

Around the room, similar reactions played out as the rest of the squad eagerly unwrapped their gifts. Jess let out a soft gasp, holding up her knife to admire the craftsmanship, while Miko gave an appreciative whistle, testing the balance of his blade with a practiced hand.

“You made these?” Miko asked, his voice filled with awe as he looked between Talon and Lucas.

Talon nodded, pride flickering in his eyes. “Forged them myself. I wanted to make sure you all had something dependable for the wasteland. You’ll need it out there.”

Lucas pointed to the bracelets, a small smile on his lips. “And these are from me. Talon taught me a bit about metalworking so I could help out. We thought it’d be good to have something we can wear—something that ties us together, no matter where we end up.”

Jess, her fingers lightly brushing the bracelet, smiled warmly as she helped Ren fasten his around his wrist. “These are amazing,” she said softly, her eyes bright with gratitude. “It’s like a tangible reminder of our unity.”

Ren glanced down at his own bracelet, admiring the subtle design. “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice thoughtful. “It’s a reminder of everything we’ve built together.”

Ava, still admiring the gifts, looked up at Talon and Lucas, her heart full. “This is incredible. You didn’t have to do this... but we definitely need to do something for you two in return.”

Lucas waved her off with a modest grin. “Don’t worry about it. I kept one of the knives for myself, and Talon made me a special bracelet.” He held up his wrist to show the slightly more intricate design on the metal. “See? We’re all good.”

Jess, ever quick to lighten the mood, flashed a playful grin. “It’s like our squad ID now—a symbol of our connection.” She tapped her bracelet against Ava’s, the sound a quiet but powerful reminder of their bond.

The mood in the barracks shifted from surprise to something deeper. The weight of the gifts—handmade and personal—settled over the group, not as mere objects but as symbols of the bond they shared. These weren’t just tools for survival; they were tokens of trust, loyalty, and the unspoken promise that, no matter what, they’d face the future together.

Talon, sensing the emotion hanging in the air, let out a laugh and clapped his hands together. “Alright, enough of this mushy stuff. How about a group hug before we all get too emotional?”

The squad didn’t hesitate. They moved into the center of the room, arms slung around each other’s shoulders as they pulled into a tight, warm embrace. Laughter and teasing remarks filled the air as they held each other close, their bond more palpable than ever.

As the hug broke apart, they settled into their usual banter, tossing around ideas for how they’d use their new knives in the field, all while laughing and sharing stories. Ava sat back on her bunk, the knife resting in her lap and the bracelet glinting on her wrist. She glanced around at her squad—her family—and felt a deep sense of pride swell in her chest.

Lucas, who had been quietly observing the scene, raised an imaginary glass, his voice filled with warmth. “Here’s to new traditions that’ll last.”

The squad joined him, raising their own imaginary glasses as their voices rang out in unison. “To new traditions!”

The laughter that followed echoed through the barracks, their spirits light and their hearts full. In this moment, they were more than just a squad—they were a family, bound together by trust, shared experiences, and now, a new tradition that was uniquely theirs.

As they continued talking, Ava caught a glimpse of Talon and Lucas exchanging a satisfied look, their plan for the surprise clearly a success. No words were needed—the pride in their eyes said everything.

Whatever the wastelands was about to threw at them, Phoenix Squad would face it together, their new knives at their sides and the weight of their bracelets a constant reminder of the unbreakable bond they had forged.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a soft, amber hue over the barracks, the day began to wind down for Phoenix Squad. The earlier laughter and banter had left a warm buzz in the room, but Ava, newly inspired by the day’s events, stood from her bunk, her hand gently clutching the bracelet around her wrist—a small but significant symbol of unity and friendship.

“I’ll be back soon,” she said with a hint of mystery in her voice, a mischievous glint in her eyes that sparked curiosity among her squadmates.

Talon, never one to miss an opportunity for humor, called out after her. “Something I said?” His exaggerated look of mock offense sent a ripple of laughter through the room.

Ren, lounging casually on his bunk, chimed in, “It’s not what you said, Talon—it’s that you never shut up!” His quip earned another round of chuckles, the lighthearted energy lifting the room even further.

While the playful banter continued, Jess and Miko sat closely together on the edge of a bunk, quietly admiring the bracelets that had become more than just simple gifts. Jess turned the delicate metal in her hands, her voice soft, almost wistful.

“I hope we’ll still be doing this... years from now,” she murmured, her eyes reflecting the flickering light and something deeper—an unspoken hope for the future.

Miko smiled at her, a warm, reassuring look in his eyes. “We will,” he said firmly, the quiet conviction in his voice carrying the weight of a promise. Their gazes lingered, a silent understanding passing between them. In that moment, it wasn’t just about the future of Phoenix Squad—it was about the deepening bond between the two of them, a bond that felt as inevitable as the sunset outside.

The sound of the barracks door creaking open announced Ava’s return. She stepped inside, her arms laden with various leftovers and snacks she’d managed to gather from the mess hall. The surprise on her squadmates’ faces turned to delight as she set the modest array on a makeshift table.

“I read in one of Lucas’s books that sharing a meal was a way to celebrate,” Ava explained, a soft smile playing on her lips as she began arranging the food. It was nothing fancy—just some leftover snacks, the last few puddings—but the sentiment behind it made it all the more meaningful.

Lucas, ever eager to help, sprang up and joined her, distributing the food evenly among the squad. “A communal meal, huh?” he said, glancing over the modest offerings. “I like it. Definitely a tradition we can get behind.”

Jess, thinking quickly, rummaged through a nearby drawer and pulled out a few small candles, leftover from the last blackout. She lit them, placing them around the makeshift table, the warm glow instantly transforming the atmosphere. The flickering light cast soft shadows across the walls, deepening the sense of intimacy and camaraderie that had settled over the room.

“It’s perfect,” Jess said, stepping back to admire the scene. The simple addition of the candles made the gathering feel more significant, more special. “Now it really feels like a celebration.”

Phoenix Squad gathered around the makeshift table, the soft flicker of candlelight dancing over their faces. The usual mess hall chaos seemed miles away as they sat close, leaning in to share food, stories, and laughter. There was something sacred about the moment—something that solidified the bond between them even further.

As they passed around the food, the conversation flowed easily, a steady rhythm of light teasing, shared memories, and plans for the future. The small candles bathed the room in warmth, amplifying the deep connection they all felt.

“I think this should be our new tradition,” Talon said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over them for a moment. “Every year, we make sure to celebrate like this. Gifts, food, stories... together.”

There was no need for a formal agreement; each member of the squad could feel it in their hearts. This moment, this shared meal, was a pledge—a promise to honor their bond, to remember where they came from and what they had built together, no matter what the future held.

Later, as the candles burned low and the meal came to an end, the squad slowly retreated to their bunks, full not just from the food but from the warmth of shared moments. The room was quieter now, the earlier laughter replaced by a peaceful stillness. Each squad member carried the weight of the day’s memories with them, the sense of unity wrapping around them like a blanket as they prepared for sleep.

Ava lay back on her bunk, the soft hum of conversation around her fading into the background. Her fingers traced the cool metal of the bracelet on her wrist, the simple piece of jewelry now a symbol of something far greater than she could have imagined. It was more than just a reminder of her squad—it was a reminder of the family she had found here, in the most unexpected of places.

She turned her head slightly, glancing at her squad-mates as they settled into their bunks. There was a quiet strength in the room, an unspoken understanding that no matter what came next, they would face it together.

Clutching her bracelet a little tighter, Ava felt a sense of peace wash over her. It was a beacon of hope, a symbol of unity, and as she drifted off to sleep, her heart swelled with the love and loyalty that bound Phoenix Squad together.

In that small barracks, under the warm glow of fading candlelight, the future felt both uncertain and bright, but one thing was certain: Phoenix Squad, with their knives and bracelets, their shared memories and new traditions, was ready for whatever came next.