Chapter 17: Not All My Clothes

The next morning, First Squad was jogging laps around the track. Every so often, someone winked or smirked, big grins spreading across their faces. Edison said, grinning, "At this pace, it's actually comfortable. Not tiring at all. I must've had my brains fried before. What was I killing myself for?" Adriel groaned, sounding regretful. "Yeah, I must've been out of my mind back then, making everyone suffer." "Good you know it," someone shot back. They all rolled their eyes, but at least he'd...