Arson, and Other Heroic Acts

I should've been focused on the task at hand—the cult had pushed ahead with whatever schedule they were running on. They had continued to expand, and now that they knew, that we knew, they didn't have time to take things slow. The cult had established multiple supply caches, their own logistics network to expedite their progress.

I had a few different things in mind, equally interested in their supply caches but for significantly different reasons. I preparing to burn it all to the ground, maybe steal what I can if the opportunity arises, ideally kill a few of the scum before making it out alive, the hero of the Academy–an unsung hero at least. As important as this whole operation was, my mind kept drifting to Mara, the note she left behind, the feelings she left behind.