There were always a smug handful who thought they didn’t need their Mother. They were easy enough to spot in the first few weeks of fieldwork, always slightly jumpy from trying to cover their secret. Kaeara loved to torment them, slinking along behind the squads with a knowing wink to the teammates who were alerted to her presence.
By the third week she had badgered most of them into turning on the pleasant voice that murmured constant suggestions in their ears. Minders was the right term, but everyone simply called them Mother. Drink more water. Yes Mother. Five rounds left. Yes Mother. Trainer Kaeara is at your five ‘o clock again. Yes Mother. Don’t point your weapon at your Trainers, it isn’t polite…
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