After they were divided into squads, the most basic training began: standing at attention.
Standing at attention looked simple, but it wasn't easy to do correctly. Vera Xavier was already drenched in sweat after less than ten minutes.
Meanwhile, Susan Caldwell, still running laps on the field, looked rather foolish. Thirty laps was twelve thousand meters—twelve kilometers. How could someone as pampered as her ever have endured such an ordeal?
But she didn't dare stop running. 'I really don't get it. Why would Sheldon Caldwell punish me like this? Could Winter Sullivan have told him to do it?'
