And yet, with her delicate frame and soft appearance, they had all assumed she was just a pampered, sheltered girl. That illusion shattered in an instant. Hera had just thrown all their assumptions to the wind—and left them speechless.
But Hera didn't stop. The moment she finished with one target, she pushed herself up from the grassy ground and crouched low. Spotting her next mark, she slinked forward like a hunting cat, every movement quiet and calculated.
When she was close enough, she swept her leg beneath him, sending him crashing to the ground. In a flash, she drew her gun—but instead of pulling the trigger, she struck him hard across the temple, knocking him out cold.
"Secure this one," she said through the comms. "He's higher up the chain. I think he knows something."
There was a beat of silence before one of the captains responded, his voice tinged with awe."Y-Young Miss... h-how did you know?"
"Through observation," Hera replied simply.
