They weren't combatants; their strength lay in farming and handling odd jobs around the base. But they still carried old notions—ideas rooted in status, power, and wealth—and being surrounded by people from influential families made them feel small in comparison. Kisha saw this clearly, but chose not to comment on it.
"Would you please come with me for a moment?" Kisha said, turning toward the conference room. When she glanced over her shoulder and saw only Hugo trailing behind, she added, "I mean all of you—there's something I need to discuss."
At her words, Hugo stiffened, and the rest of his group grew visibly tense. The last thing they wanted to hear was that they were being kicked out, or that they weren't contributing enough to justify the food they'd been given.
With anxious hearts and bowed heads, they followed her silently. A few people in the entertainment room noticed and glanced their way, but none dared to follow—this was Kisha's authority as the leader of the base.
