It seemed they had "robbed" quite a few of the enemy forces.
But—
What exactly did she want to do?
"You're dead," Flossie Wright said, as she laid a hand on Stuart Weston's shoulder, her eyes coldly fixing on him, stopping his string of assumptions. Her lips slowly curled up in a warning, "Act dead properly."
"…"
Stuart Weston gave her a helpless glance.
Flossie Wright, with two guns on her back, turned sharply and once again entered the lush jungle.
Her slender figure receded into the distance, moving with steady steps, effortlessly sidestepping any obstacles that lay ahead.
Shortly after.
That fleeting silhouette disappeared from view.
Watching her figure vanish, Stuart Weston shrugged his shoulders.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of the time in the recruits company when Flossie Wright had outsmarted their group of male soldiers.
He had remembered the name "Flossie Wright" for over a year now.
