Glenn Hutchinson's gaze held her steadily.
Flossie Wright felt somewhat powerless.
The grip around the sniper rifle loosened slightly, Flossie's eyelids slightly lifted, her eyes rapidly flickering like starlight in glass.
"Is my training over?"
After a long pause, Flossie hooked her lips and slowly asked these words.
"It's over," Glenn Hutchinson spoke, his gaze reflecting her image, "Congratulations on becoming a member of Aaron Doom."
"Then," Flossie straightened up, took a step forward, and grabbed Glenn Hutchinson's collar, her lips curved up as she asked unhurriedly, "Captain Hutchinson, is there something you're hiding from me?"
Glenn Hutchinson's expression changed slightly.
Flossie Wright is a smart person.
No.
She's not merely smart.
She can detect any anomaly, and this is an innate intuition, just her suspicion suggests she might have started doubting long ago.
But—
There are some things she's better off not knowing.
