She's still tired when they clear out in the morning. Everyone is issued a uniform, and she and Mara put them on in silence.
Now, Paige watches the sun rise over the horizon as they start out of the city. Dawn. Right on time.
She rubs her eye as she walks, before returning her grip to her bag. Her gaze pinpoints the white of the Renegade at the front of the group in the jeep that moves at a crawl. Not driving, but obvious (even from her distance) that he's not comfortable. (Knowing Beck, Mr. Newhall probably forced him into it, and he would have happily walked). His masked face searches the skyline as well.
After a while of walking, the rigid form of the battalion relaxes to where friends wander to each other and talk instead of marching in silence. At one point, he glances back, but instead of yelling for order, he simply lets his form drop and turns back forward without a word.
"Hey." Mara bumps into her and she stumbles. She seems only slightly more refreshed than Paige. "How'd you sleep?"
"Honestly?" She happily takes the excuse to look away from the Renegade. "Terrible."
"Nerves?"
"Yeah." Guess you could say that.
Mara grins, and bumps her shoulder. "Don't worry about it! We shouldn't have to actually use these." She points to the guns on them, the ones that they were issued after weeks of training.
"Well that's a relief." She admits. The thought of having to use the gun had actually been on her list of worries, right under the chance of having to use it on her, or Zed, or Beck.
"Hey, relax!" Mara throws an arm around her shoulder. "Just think, each step is another step closer to the end of the road. Soon, we'll be back in Argon, and closer to Beck again."
The thought, though a lie, makes her smile softly. Returning to easier times...what a beautiful thought.
Mara points ahead. "If I'm right, we should be coming across Krypton soon! That might even be it; those lights on the horizon!"
She follows Mara's finger, and gapes. The lights of the city are so...beautiful, rising from the sky to join like stars.
Mara's grip slackens on her shoulder as she suddenly gasps. She turns as her expression morphs from delight to horror.
"Oh my god…"
"STOP!" Beck's disguised voice cracks and people stumble to a stop to keep from running into the jeep in its jerky stop.
"Oh my god oh my god!"
Those aren't city lights, Paige realizes as people begin to cry out, pointing to the skies.
Those are flames.