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“I don’t understand the point of this,” Tech says. “We were not required to leave our campsite location until daybreak.”
Hunter turns to look back at his brothers trudging behind him, eerily green in the lens of his training helmet’s night vision setting. “It’ll be worth it.”
“It better be,” Crosshair grumbles from the back of the line.
Hunter actually doesn’t know if this trek will be worth it. After all, he only heard about the “ surprise ”, as he was calling it, by eavesdropping on a couple trainers that were in the hangar when they were loading up for their off-world exercise.
“You woke me up in the middle of a good dream too,” Wrecker whines.
Crosshair sighs. “ Please don’t tell us about it.”
“Why not? It’s not like we’ve got anything better to do hiking in the dark.”
“Because your dreams are kriffing ridiculous!”
“I agree with Crosshair. I do not believe that your subconscious mind conjures up even twenty percent of the details you tell us.”
“Well, I gotta fill in the gaps, otherwise the dream wouldn’t make any sense at all!”
Hunter thought that the hardest part of this whole thing would be getting his brothers to wake up and pack their camp before their scheduled departure time; but now, he is starting to wonder if the hike will actually be their undoing. If they don’t make it to the crest in time, it will all be for nothing.
“Focus up, we’re almost there!” Hunter calls out.
“You told us that twenty minutes ago,” Tech protests.
“And we’re twenty minutes closer.”
It is another ten minutes of hiking and bickering later that the squad of defective clones reach their destination.
“Have a seat, boys,” Hunter says.
“For what purpose?” Tech asks.
“You’ll see.”
Hunter takes off his helmet as the first swatches of sunrise colors paint the dusky sky, and his brothers do the same. Hunter doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so beautiful. The trainers hadn’t exaggerated at all.