With a shaky breath, she watched Victor casually walk toward the trapped meal boxes. And—
Swiiingg!
Smack!
Splat!
The sound of paintball rounds exploded toward Victor the moment his foot hit the tripwire. But what made Elara frown in confused disbelief was how Victor, splattered with red paintball liquid, smirked before casually picking up the meal boxes.
Lethia exchanged a glance with Chasey, her expression baffled.
"What happened? Did he give up just like that?"
"Adam, where's the other one?"
"Did he really sacrifice himself just for food?"
"Food's still important."
"What should we do?"
"Keep your attention focused and hold your position!" Adam commanded.
The Squad B2 members' voices crackled back and forth through the earbud comms, making Lethia wince and yank it off.
Her gut was screaming—something slipped through her observation.
She thought the plan was perfect, but why weren't they attacking her team the way she predicted?
