Maggie and the other three were yet to attend a field training with the Falcon Commando. They were told in the beginning that they would be joining them after three months in the camp. And now, the three months were almost up. Maggie engaged herself in a pensive mood while walking idly along the corridors of the camp. Edgar's soft face, which was mostly cold and resolute, came to her mind.
"400-meter steeplechase," a thick voice boomed loudly on the ground. "If you take more than one minute and fifteen seconds to complete it, you won't be able to join Eagle! Now tell me. Are you fit to be in Eagle?"
"Yes, sir!"
the soldiers bellowed in chorus, their resolute voices tearing through the sky above them.
"Good,"
Edgar said crisply. His face was calm and cool. "Let's start with Daniel. Those of you who fail to meet my requirement will have to swim ten kilometers carrying your weapons with you."
"Yes, sir!"
Despite the distance, Maggie could still feel the manly impetus from Edgar and the Falcon Commando from where she was standing. One by one, they began the 400-meter steeplechase. Maggie felt her heart rise to her throat as she watched their rigorous training.
Rapid response forces generally required their squad members to complete the 400-meter steeplechase in one and a half minutes, while Falcon Commando raised their requirement by cutting down another fifteen seconds. Fifteen seconds could be the difference between life and death in a real battle.
"Do you really believe that person like him would do something like that?"
A voice came from behind. It was Garth.
Maggie knew what he was referring to even though she didn't turn around to look at him. However, even she wasn't sure of what to believe anymore. Could the rumors about Edgar be true? If she had been asked this question before she had encountered him with that woman, she would have answered without any hesitation. But now, she just wasn't sure what to think of him.
Garth stole a glance at Maggie. With a smile, he said, "I believe that he wouldn't."
While Maggie stared at him in curiosity, he withdrew his sight from her to look at Edgar. "A man who is willing to give his all to persuade an errant juvenile to take the right path, a man who is willing to take the blame for the sake of his soldiers would never do such a thing," he said with absolute certainty.
"What— What are you talking about?" Maggie asked, looking confused. 'What errant juvenile?' she wondered.
With a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, Garth explained, "I was once a troublesome juvenile, believe it or not!" He smiled at Maggie once again before he turned around and left.
Garth hated nothing more than the fact that his parents had brought him into this world without his choice. But he was grateful and fortunate to have met Edgar during the darkest period of his life. Perhaps he was one of the many people Edgar had saved without even knowing. He might have long forgotten what he had done for Garth when he was young, but Garth could never forget what Edgar had done for him. Based on what he knew about Edgar, Garth believed that he would never do something that would bring shame to his brigade or the army.
Maggie kept her eyes on the training ground, all the while. She felt two different kinds of emotions colliding against each other inside her head. She could not figure out what had really happened and there was no way of finding out without getting into trouble.
Meanwhile, the soldiers of the Falcon Commando assembled after completing the 400-meter steeplechase.
"Weight-bearing cross-country swimming with weapons!"
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