That light, nimble figure in that all-black outfit was like a black cat, landing without a sound.
Even scarier was how she moved always hidden in the shadows, as if she wasn't even there.
The training camp was big. In the middle lay a large parade ground; you could still see the hardened earth trampled out over a long time, with straw dummies standing upright one after another.
On one side of the ground, bags of dirt were piled up against the wall, with targets set up in front of them. It looked like a firing range.
On the other side there were lots of training props, and a hundred‑meter obstacle course stretching off, all kinds of strange contraptions that Audrey couldn't make heads or tails of—but she knew the treasure wasn't here.
The buildings were at both ends of the ground, and they, too, were split into two sections.
Just from the style of the buildings you could tell one section was the dorm area, plus the mess hall and other logistical support.
