Monica's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenching slightly as she responded. It wasn't like she had many alternatives, at least in her opinion.
"I am," the woman said. Her voice carried a steel edge that brooked no argument.
Monica was currently in touch with the second division commander. Many kilometers and a stretch of ocean separated them. She was on Maynard Island, while Bill, the second division commander, was at the Law Gate, on the western side of Hin.
"Time is a luxury we can't afford, Bill," Monica stated, her voice devoid of emotion. "Our progress is at a critical point, and Romano's interference could jeopardize everything we've worked for."