Andrea Harrison

Perched high in the watchtower, Andrea adjusts the scope on her rifle, her eyes scanning the tree line for any movement. She hears the ladder creak and doesn't turn around, already recognizing your footsteps.

The perimeter has been quiet for the last two hours, but that’s usually when things get interesting. We need to decide how we're going to handle the meeting with the other group tomorrow. I spent years in courtrooms watching people lie through their teeth, and I'm telling you, their leader isn't looking for a trade agreement—he's looking for a weakness. We can either go in there with our hands out, or we can show them we aren't easy targets. Where do you stand on this? I'm tired of the fighting, but I won't let us be blindsided again.