“Your aim must have broken the sim, Vreta’Sori.” Saddam joked. He jumped out of the first floor apartment he’d been occupying, landing with a crunch. He jogged to catch up with them. “We’ll make sure to eliminate you first, next time.”

They kind of had to stop walking when Rareth blocked their way. “Thank you, but there’s no need. Any soldier would have done the same. We just hope Memnon didn’t die in vain. He was our friend.” Thebes answered the Datius.

“Please vacate the sim area, immediately.” The co-ordinator instructed over the loudspeaker, as Knossos and Athena joined them. Carthage had just respawned when the simulation ended, meaning she was already waiting patiently for them in the staging area with her arms crossed.

Thebes gestured for Rareth to go ahead of them as they moved toward the exit. “We're in mourning for fourteen earth days, then we look for a permanent replacement. Kjartan is on trial with our Captain’s blessing.” Kjartan took that as his cue to pipe up. “Anyone want to come gym? Sauna?” He looked round; Knossos shook his head.