The blinding headlights cut through the still night as a convoy of armored military trucks rolled in one after another.

"General, are you alright?" Leslie, ignoring her own wounds, rushed to Luna with tears in her eyes.

Luna brushed back her slightly messy hair and shook her head. "I'm fine. What about your injuries?"

Leslie wiped away her tears. "I'm okay. Andrew bandaged me up earlier. Plus, he gave me some kind of pill that worked really well."

A medic chimed in. "Sounds like an eight