It felt like the week passed too quickly. Seven days flew by, and soon it was time for the last of his two classes to head out to the front lines. Kellen met them for their drinks in the cafe before they all headed off, went about the normal day of relaxed classes of target practice, before having to greet the first half of the class that had left.
Once again, Kellen hadn't heard of anything negative happening to this class. Brent, in fact, had barely spoken to him this week. Kellen worried that it might have been something that he had done, until Rhys had told him that everyone who was on the front lines was communicating sparingly.
Apparently there had been a surge of power somewhere, and a few of the generators that were on the front lines had exploded. It wasn't a completely uncommon thing to happen. Usually something involving the generators on the front lines happened about every 8 months or so.
The only strange thing about it was the age of the generators that exploded.
