Ryder
Ryder looked over the uniforms that had been dumped on the edge of their training ground, and shook a few out. They were actually brand new. She could tell by the creases still in them, from the way they’d been packaged, though they’d all been removed and crumpled somewhat.
Likely Harkem was trying to make them look a little bit on the used side, and them being dumped there in the dirt as well, likely to make them look a little bit like they needed washing also. It was not going to work; they still looked too pristine.
“Hey, who wants new clothes?” She snorted. Her uniform was thread bear and holey as f**k. She’d patched it so many times with tent cord, well not patched it exactly, but used bits of cord to try and hold some of the larger holes together a bit. Patched it so many ti
