"Where were you during all that boring lecture, healtard?"
Zion sat on a stone bench, his arms resting carefree on the backrest, and his legs spread wide, claiming all possible space. He improperly wears his jumpsuit, unzipping the top part and tying the sleeves around the waist, baring his well-chiseled abs and chest.
"Like I said, I was in a smarter class of recruits. It's like in the Academy, they divided us into separate classes. I was in Class A while you two were in Class F…"
Elvira sighs. She stood a few inches away from him with her hands resting firmly on her waist. Like Zion, she has her jumpsuit top part unzipped and tied around her waist, revealing the tank top beneath. Her hair was done in a bun, making sure no strands escaped.
"Give it a rest, Zion… It's not about how strong they think our Zystem is. They evaluated us and divided the lectures by how smart they think we are."
