Mara
We stayed in the office for a while, quietly preparing ourselves, until word came that the women had gathered at the second base.
Martha and I headed there together.
The moment we stepped into the open yard, I felt it, raw energy in the air. The women were excited, brimming with adrenaline and anticipation. This was no training drill. No simulation. This would be their first real mission. Their first battle. And they were ready for it.
Some were tightening gear. Others stood in small groups, murmuring quietly. All of them looked to us as we approached.
“Good afternoon, ladies!” Martha called out, raising her voice with confidence.
A cheer erupted from the crowd.
Their team leads stepped forward to stand with us, proud and fierce.
“It’s an honor to be with you today,” Martha sa
