Stella Sterling held a submachine gun. She was dressed in camouflage with a bulletproof vest underneath and a helmet on her head. Her hair was tied up high.
She looked incredibly sharp and efficient, ready for the battlefield.
She had made all the necessary preparations.
She was confident in her own abilities, but it was better to be safe than sorry. There was nothing wrong with being fully prepared.
After all, her life was so good now. If she accidentally kicked the bucket, it would be a terrible waste.
As Andrew Shaw walked ahead, she followed close behind.
Suddenly, the little figure in front of her stopped and turned around. "Hey, you have any more of this gear? Think you could spare a set for me?"
He never would have guessed that Stella Sterling had things like this.
'This woman is no friend at all! I'm about to do something dangerous, and she didn't even think to give me a set of this protective gear.'
