Chapter 90
Max glanced around the back grimly, as if worried everyone would disappear the moment he answered. Seven.
Muttering rose to a fever pitch as the others discussed the evaluation. From what Max had said, his evaluation scale worked from one through twelve, twelve being a total success, one being an abject failure. A seven gave us the narrowest expectation of success. There were multiple questions I wanted to follow up with, when Maxs cool down expended.
On the bench across from me, Miles caught my eye and gave a small shake of his head.
I realized why immediately. There were other things I wanted to ask Max, but the previous evaluation was already unsettling the group. If I started asking questions along the lines of casualties and who was most likely to die, I was going to destroy their morale. Personally, Id want to know my chances at any timemore information was always better than lessbut most people werent like that.
Seven aint so bad, Grayscale said, speaking directly to Bob, who had taken on a new shade of pale.
Barely better than a coin flip. Astrid shifted closer to her twin, Astria, who was shivering.
Its just a rough estimate, I interjected, There are things we can do to mitigate our risks, more so now that we know vaguely how difficult the situation will be.
It took a while, but Max was able to follow-through. Miles and Astrid were almost guaranteed to make it, with a twelve and eleven respectively. Everyone else ranked between seven and nine, except for me and Max himselfas he couldnt read me due to or evaluate his own numbersand Astria, who was the least likely to survive based on the estimations, with an evaluation of four.
I frowned, looking at the spell caster. Other than her silence and shivering, there was nothing visibly wrong with her. She appeared to be in decent health, cognizant and aware.
What made her more likely to die?
Maybe she just wasnt as good in dangerous situations as her counterpartbut the disparity between the two of them was strange.
Ill think about it, I lied.
Suit yourself, Miles shrugged, withdrew an identical looking potion and pulled the cork.
Not having to breathe would be an advantage. It was also drastically outweighed by the risk of taking a potion from a relative unknown who admitted to brewing said potion himself. Id take the offensive gear, but I wasnt going to put my life on the line just because he told me a story.
If we got through this intact, Id have to ask both him and Chastity how they landed their vocations. As frequently as it was mentioned in my quest rewards, I still had precious little information on the subject.
Any advantage I could get was critical.
Infiltration team, get in position, Max said. There was a mechanical whirring as the rear ramp of the APC lowered, nearly touching the still moving ground.
Miles stood, hand clinging to the metal handle on the doorframe as he twisted back to face me. Ready?
Let's get this done.
There was a squealing noise as the APC braked. Miles leapt out, landing in a crouch and maintaining the low stance as he scurried off the street onto the sidewalk, his movements smooth and liquid. told me he wasnt using a skill. Meaning, he was just that good at this.
I followed him, trying to copy his form. I was partially successful, but significantly slower, arriving beside him as we waited in the shadow of the closest building as the APC continued up the road. It stopped directly in front of the storage facility, brakes hissing loudly.
What the fuck? I heard an unseen User call out.
The APCs top hatch slammed open and Astrid emerged halfway, her curly hair flaring straight back as she held a wand outward, the spell shed clearly taken time to charge before springing out radiating a brilliant blue. A sonic boom rang out, loud enough to rattle my ears from a distance, as the spell left her wand. The resulting blue projectile grew to half the size of a small car before it disappeared from my sight and exploded, a cacophony of shrapnel and crumbling brick following immediately after.
Miles looked concerned. Thatll definitely get their attention. Along with anyone and anything else in the area.
I got one last glance at the Users in our group piling out of the APC before I followed Miles down a connecting alley. Several more audible explosions followed. Someone screamed, and continued to scream, voice a keening wail over the constant barrage of explosions.
Up ahead, Miles leaned around the corner and immediately snapped back into place, swearing silently.
That wasnt ideal. If I was going to help mitigate the survival chances of the ground team, we needed to get inside as soon as possible. I ignored him, checking around the corner. As hed said, there were two of them. A man and a woman. Both sneaking worried glances towards the front.
Miles followup message went unanswered as I used and reached into the male Users mind.
