Page 384 - Fourth Wing

“Second Squad!” Imogen yells, putting her hands up. “Follow me!”

Sawyer and Heaton make sure we’re all ducklings, following in Imogen’s
wake as she leads us across the gym to the weight room.

“You did great,” I tell Liam as he walks at my side, still struggling to

catch his breath.
“It was epic.” Ridoc hands Liam a waterskin, which Liam promptly

drains.

“Let’s go, let’s go,” Imogen says, ushering us through the open door. She
does a quick head count and then closes the door, wielding to lock it.

I find a seat on one of the benches, flanked by Rhiannon and Liam.

“First thing. Who wants to be in command?” Imogen asks, looking at the
ten of us.

Ridoc throws his hand in the air.
Rhiannon turns and forces it back down. “No.” She shakes her head.

“You’ll turn this into some kind of prank.”

“Fair point.” He shrugs.
“Liam?” Quinn asks, lifting her eyebrows.

“No.” He shakes his head, but his gaze darts in my direction, giving his
reasoning away.

“No one is going to try and off me while we’re out tonight,” I argue.

He turns back toward Imogen and shakes his head one more time.
Of course she nods. They’re both on Team Xaden.

“You keep command,” Rhiannon suggests, looking at Imogen. “You’ve

gotten us this far.”
A murmur of agreement goes around the room.

“Emery? Heaton?” Imogen asks. “As third-years, it’s your right.”

“No thanks.” Heaton leans back against the wall.
“Nope. There’s a reason neither of us wanted to be in leadership,” Emery

adds, sitting next to Nadine. “Any reason you wouldn’t be all right
following Imogen’s command for a few hours, Nadine?”