Garcia's POV
The morning air carries the scent of pine and dew as I stride alongside Aunt Catherina, our conversation centered on the administrative nightmare brewing in the Beta office. Documents scattered everywhere, appointments double-booked, and a filing system that makes absolutely no sense. The whole situation gives me a headache just thinking about it.
Voices drift toward us from somewhere ahead, and I figure we must be getting close to the training grounds. The sound of women laughing and shouting commands echoes through the trees.
Nancy stirs restlessly in my mind, her senses on high alert as we approach. Something feels off about the energy radiating from the area ahead. She notices what I miss initially that nobody acknowledges our presence. More importantly, none of these women show even basic courtesy to Aunt Catherina, their Queen. The oversight strikes me as particularly strange since this appears to be an all-female training session.
