It would be a waste not to use the free labor. Besides, hadn't they claimed to be here for a friendly exchange? He would give them a chance to perform—see how magnanimous he was.
Rear Admiral Fletcher's face darkened. He wasn't here to help; he was here to take their lives.
"Rear Admiral Fletcher, this is what they call 'friendship first, competition second,'" Victor Ashworth said earnestly, raising his voice. "You yourself said this military exercise was to strengthen the friendly exchange with us Veridians. This is the perfect moment to show your friendship."
'Damn fool!' Rear Admiral Fletcher cursed internally, wishing he could just sew Victor Ashworth's mouth shut.
"Rear Admiral Fletcher, we're running out of time. Look at all these White Wolves. If you don't make a move soon, you'll be carried out of here on stretchers," Victor Ashworth advised patiently, occasionally shooting a pouncing wolf.
