Chapter 32

MARCHING TO WAR took forever. The Revolutionary camp was packing up far too slowly. Mad wanted to move, to at least get half a day of walking finished by the time her head hit a pillow. Instead, she was watching soldiers pack up their tents, eat breakfast around dying campfires, and inspect their weapons. She kicked at the snow and began to pace around the area where her tent had been. It was already packed and strapped to her back along with the rest of her belongings.

See? Mad thought. There's efficiency. Must be a foreign concept to these people.

"I see someone is ready to go."

Mad looked to find Blair, the leader of Squad One, smiling at her. She stopped pacing and smiled back. "Sorry. I'm just anxious to see this whole thing done."

Blair smiled wider, the crinkles in his old, dark face giving him a grandfatherly appearance. "As am I. But I have learned to appreciate all the time I have left before rushing into battle."