"And the ones we can't?" Kern asked, still holding his Scimitar's the ready.
Waddle glanced at him. "We improvise."
Rosana leaned forward, her expression unreadable. "Why help us, Waddle? What's in this for you?"
Waddle met her gaze, and for a moment, something flickered in his eyes—something Ty recognized but couldn't quite place. "I've got my own reasons," Waddle said quietly. "Let's just say I've got people waiting for me. And I plan on getting back to them."
Rosana's eyes narrowed, but she didn't push further. Ty, however, caught the strange weight in Waddle's words. He had mentioned before that he was trying to get back to where he belonged, but he'd never been specific. Now, Ty wondered if Waddle's story was more complicated than just surviving the Arena.
Ty nodded, breaking the tension. "We'll split into two teams. Waddle, you take your squad and handle the eastern flank. We'll move along the western side and look for a weakness in their defenses."
