12 Anglze?

"Girl. We've decided on what will become of you"

The way Kim worded this scared Nova. It was like he was threatening her.

"The next major town over is one of the largest centers in our sector. You will be placed there. Branson said that whatever you decide to do next is up to you."

He looked at her in contempt.

"I just don't know what's so special about a little girl like you..."

He turned his back to her and began to walk away.

"Talk to that lady over there. She will take you to Anglze."

Kim stopped and pointed at a woman talking to another man in a uniform. He left Nova standing in the dark. She looked over to where he pointed and started walking over.

The woman wore a white t-shirt covered by a black maintenance jacket and tight black pants with large pockets.

Nova thought she looked strange but she didn't voice her thoughts. She stopped at the side of the lady and waited for their conversation to stop.

"789 enemy soldiers killed in the skirmish with no escapees... Colonel Marks did a fantastic job this time around."

"Yes, I'm always happy with his results."

"Can you believe there were only 5 casualties? In a fight between 800 soldiers and 750 soldiers you'd expect that there would at least be a significant amount of casualties but only 5? Remarkable!"

"Yes, yes stop fanboying and take these documents to the Major. You know how he gets when the papers aren't delivered promptly."

"Yes, ma'am!"

The man walked away with the documents in hand. He was very quick and in no time he had passed the documents to their Major.

The woman glanced over at Nova.

"Follow me. Don't talk."

She coldly glanced at Nova's dirty body.

[This girl needs to wash up...]

The seemingly cold lady began walking towards the bathhouse.