“Flintfire, if this is becau-”
“No.” Seneca
interrupted her Legionnaire, standing up with a groan. She pressed
her paw against her ribs, her face grimacing with pain. “It's
because I'm not the best one for the job.”
“You have
tenure with your squad.” The Legionnaire reasoned. “You've been
with the Flints over 22 years.”
Seneca looked her superior
in the eyes, determination in her own amber ones. “No. Flintburn
should take Braun's place as Foreman. Not I.”
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