Chapter 1817
Chapter 1817: The Feeling of Falling in Love (3)
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"Oh," Flossie Wright responded flatly, then shrugged, "Well, that’s troublesome."
"..." Glenn Hutchinson’s face darkened, and he spat, "Get in."
He said this as he pulled Flossie Wright into the cave to shelter from the rain, then left with a scowl on his face.
Watching Glenn Hutchinson’s departing figure, Flossie Wright was utterly baffled.
What’s going on?
Did she mess up by helping out?
What a hassle!
Frowning with irritation, Flossie Wright took off her hat, glanced around the cave, and then started bustling around inside.
First, she gathered some stones, regardless of whether they were wet or dry, as long as they were suitable, Flossie moved them and arranged them in a circle to serve as a "stone stove." Then, she strolled around nearby without going far, intending to find some dry firewood.
After all, she wasn’t someone who could sit idle.
She had just managed to gather some flammable dry grass when she heard a cold voice from behind—
"Flossie Wright."
Completely absorbed in her task, Flossie Wright was startled.
Fortunately, she didn’t react too dramatically.
After picking up the last bit of dry grass, Flossie slowly stood up and turned her attention to Hutchinson.
"What is it?"
With a raised eyebrow, Flossie asked nonchalantly.
Everything was going well—
What’s gotten into him now?!
"Can’t you make things a bit easier for us?" Hutchinson grumbled, casting a displeased glance at her.
Drenched from head to toe, his short hair was completely soaked, sticking to his skin, droplets of water dripping from the tips onto his clothes, creating a very eye-catching sight.
Silent in response, Flossie found it both amusing and exasperating.
They’d been tossed into icy waters in the snowfield—why didn’t he cancel training then?
The weather now wasn’t even cold; it was just a bit of rain, so what’s the fuss about?
Luckily, when Hutchinson started being "unreasonable," Flossie still had her wits about her and had no intention of arguing with him. Instead, she calmly handed over the dry grass to Hutchinson.
"I’m going to take a break."
Flossie said sensibly.
With that, she went straight to the cave.
She left Hutchinson behind without even glancing back.
Of course, though Hutchinson wore a grim face, there was nothing to complain about regarding his efficiency.
Flossie deemed herself pretty adept at wilderness survival, and considered starting a fire a simple matter, but Hutchinson seemed even more adept. Despite the fact that much of the dry grass was wet, he managed to light a fire using a flint in less than two minutes.
Flossie sat beside watching.
Her thoughts wandered slightly for a moment; by the time she came to, Hutchinson had already gotten the fire burning fiercely.
And when she shifted her gaze to look at Hutchinson next to her, she saw him handling a rabbit.
Swift and skillful, he looked very practiced.
"Where’d you catch that?"
Having just noticed, Flossie asked involuntarily.
She considered herself pretty capable at gathering food outdoors too, though nowhere near as productive as Hutchinson, who in just ten minutes had not only gathered firewood but had also caught some food.
"By chance."
While handling it, Hutchinson responded without missing a beat.
Catching any living creature, aside from knowing their activity spots, requires luck.
Thinking about how Flossie only had a piece of compressed biscuit on the helicopter, Hutchinson estimated he should get some food for her. He happened upon a spot perfect for a rabbit warren, searched around, and surprisingly, found one, promptly captured and brought it back.
Flossie regarded him thoughtfully.
She observed his handling technique.
In no time, she saw Hutchinson finish preparing the rabbit and skewer it on a stick, then set it over the campfire to roast.
"Did you bring salt?"
Suddenly thinking of something, Flossie asked.
After giving her a look, Hutchinson quickly replied.
Initially a casual question, receiving a confirmation left Flossie involuntarily a bit surprised.
After pondering for a moment, Flossie continued to ask, "Do you always carry it with you?"
"Pretty much." Hutchinson replied after a moment of thought.
"Why?" Flossie was slightly taken aback.
"Who knows when a mission will pop up?" Hutchinson retorted.
Flossie nodded thoughtfully.
That makes sense—
That’s quite right.
During training, many factors are man-made, but just from her brief involvement in real missions with Eddy Codalt at sea, Flossie realized there’s often no time to prepare these things.
Of course, for some of the missions at sea, whether they carried salt or a flint didn’t make much difference.
They typically operate at sea, finishing quickly, often within the time it takes for a meal.
If, due to some unforeseen circumstance, they ended up stranded on Yellow Island, it would be a different matter.
But the odds of that happening are nearly zero.
Thinking of that, Flossie suddenly remembered something, and she asked Hutchinson, "What kind of missions do you usually do?"
As he added more firewood next to the campfire, Hutchinson raised an eyebrow at Flossie, looking at her with a faint smile.
"..." Pausing, Flossie quickly caught on, pondered for a moment, then repeated, "What kind of missions do we usually do?"
"Professional allies," Hutchinson answered candidly, "Wherever we’re needed, that’s where we go."
Flossie was left speechless.
Around four in the afternoon, the heavy rain ceased.
The sky was dark, with clouds still lingering overhead.
After filling herself up, Flossie took a brief nap, then awoke to the sound of Hutchinson’s low conversation.
"Got it. Gather everyone else and get ready to move."
Hutchinson’s voice was low, deliberately restrained, as if he didn’t want to disturb Flossie.
Flossie immediately opened her eyes.
— End of Chapter 1817 —