The cart was hidden in a narrow, rocky crevice, one of the many that crisscrossed the desolate plains like scars. Three days had passed since they left Outpost K, three days spent moving only at night and hiding during the day.
Luthra was in the middle of his morning routine. The first twenty thousand push-ups were complete, and he was now moving on to squats, his movements so fluid, that they seemed to ignore the laws of fatigue entirely.
Rebecca, who had been asleep under a pile of blankets, sat up and rubbed her eyes, a yawn stretching her small face. She watched him for a moment, her head tilted.
"Hey, Luthra. Are you a machine? You never stop moving."
'I have to. The system's timer is a constant pressure. I need to be in peak condition when the framework is complete.'
"Training."
She crawled out from under the blankets and walked over to him, standing a few feet away and mimicking his squatting motion, her small legs wobbling under the effort.
