But Flora Bloom had another idea. 'If the Argent Base can minimize its losses in every battle against the undead, won't its chances of victory in the great war three years from now be much higher?'
Robin Grant looked at Flora Bloom. After getting her nod, he glanced at the unconscious Cynthia Grant and sighed.
"Take her to the temporary hospital. It's been damaged a bit, but the basic infrastructure is still usable. Young Shaw is there and will be waiting for you!"
"But protocol dictates that any injured with superpowers have to be quarantined and treated before they can fight again. We—we can't afford to wait!"
'Can't afford to wait?'
Flora Bloom looked up at the three anxious men.
