Chapter 2014
Chapter 2014: Enter the Tiger’s Den to Catch the Cub (Part 1)
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The next day, Flossie Wright slept until late morning.
By the time she got up, Glenn Hutchinson, that indulgent bastard, had disappeared without a trace. The only thing that soothed her was the breakfast laid out on the table.
Not much, just two steamed buns and a bowl of porridge, but in this place, it was already considered a delicious meal.
After finishing her breakfast, Flossie stretched lazily, changed into casual clothes, and stepped out.
At eleven in the morning, the people at the Campsite had already been up for five or six hours, standing guard or being busy as usual.
Seeing that it was about time, Flossie called over Belinda Nichols, Sandy Cruz, and Rowdy Brightwill.
However, as soon as she saw them, Flossie frowned disdainfully, "Go change your clothes first."
The three exchanged silent glances.
"Like yours?" Rowdy Brightwill was the first to ask, scanning Flossie from head to toe.
Flossie was wearing very ordinary casual clothes—a black jacket with white long sleeves, and a pair of black casual trousers. The material was slightly better than what refugees wore, but not particularly clean or dashing, giving off a kind of "wear and tear" vibe that matched the surroundings.
These clothes, huh, were hard to come by!
"What else?" Flossie raised an eyebrow at him.
"Honestly, we don’t have anything like that," Rowdy Brightwill shrugged, speaking helplessly to Flossie.
It dawned on Flossie as her thoughts whirled.
They had come straight from the Forces and likely didn’t have any casual clothes to change into.
"You two, go borrow some clothes from someone," Flossie clapped her hands, instructing, "Belinda, come with me."
Rowdy Brightwill and Sandy Cruz exchanged glances.
Only after Belinda and Flossie walked away did their gazes unconsciously drift apart.
"Where do we borrow from?" Rowdy Brightwill stepped closer to Sandy Cruz, lowering his voice as if worried someone else might overhear.
"No idea," Sandy Cruz answered with a blank expression.
"Forget it, let’s just buy from the refugees with cash," Rowdy Brightwill pulled out two ration tickets, grinning cheekily at Sandy Cruz.
Sandy Cruz reluctantly nodded.
For Sandy, other people’s clothes just carried an unspeakable disdain.
Still, there was no other choice in this situation.
Rowdy Brightwill shrugged and went with him to "change clothes."
Meanwhile, Flossie led Belinda into the room, rummaging through the cabinet for new clothes for Belinda.
At last, Flossie found an unworn outfit.
A black leather jacket and pants, a very cool ensemble, along with an alternative long sleeve from the depths of the wardrobe.
When buying clothes, Flossie was never picky. She could buy a year’s worth of clothes at once, just by giving her height and size, and then start sweeping up outfits. She usually rotated between a few sets for daily wear, so there were often "ones that slipped through." She even had pieces she hadn’t worn for years, and this time she had bought fewer clothes, but still had a set left, just right for Belinda.
"Does it work?"
Flossie handed the clothes to Belinda, while giving a quick evaluation of her figure.
Belinda and Flossie were about the same height, and their body types were nearly identical. Flossie remembered their military training uniforms were the exact same size, so there should be no issue with the fit.
Belinda took the clothes without any objection and nodded.
"Then go get changed," Flossie pointed to the space behind the cabinet.
They were both women, so there was no need to be particularly shy—just a casual cover-up would do.
— End of Chapter 2014 —