Molly nodded, "Oh, I see."

And she did. So she was talking with a front-runner, who engaged the battle before the rest of the army, whose job called for independent decisions. No wonder she felt so comfortable.

"I always thought bright colors for an army uniform were ridiculous." Red. Blue. It might as well have been neon saying 'Shoot me!' "I'm glad that they gave you something with at least some camouflage, if you were meant to be front-runners."