Chapter 45
Chapter 45: Conversation 024, Murderous Intent (1)
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The night was dark and the wind was gentle.
"Beep——"
In the base engulfed by the darkness of the night, sudden short whistles resounded from all corners, breaking the unbearable silence.
Next to the playground lamp, Rowdy Brightwill stood amidst the shadows of fluttering leaves, where the blurry light cast a faint halo around him. He casually raised those handsome eyes of his, shards of starlike light cascading into his dark pupils, mingling a random aura with his sparkly gaze. He casually shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced lazily at the women’s dormitory, waiting for the panicked soldiers.
Drake Easton, standing by his side, blew his whistle. Each sound echoed throughout the playground, deafening. Only when he felt that the recruits had all responded, did he put down the whistle.
"Beep——"
Following that, uninterrupted whistle sounds came from beneath the men’s dormitory opposite the field, that too carrying a forceful momentum even from a great distance.
"How much time did Flossie take to assemble previously?"
Only when the whistles from the opposite side receded did Rowdy Brightwill ask Drake Easton. His eyebrows were lightly raised, seemingly interested in the answer.
Drake Easton thought for a moment, but before he could answer, Abram Phillips, who’d just arrived, intervened. "Rowdy, you seem to be paying quite some attention to Flossie recently?"
"Maybe." Rowdy shrugged nonchalantly to hide his slight discomfort.
Indeed, Rowdy had been paying much attention to Flossie lately, especially around his combat training sessions. Her name was the one he called the most as if picking a bone with Flossie was his idea of fun. But at the root of it, he didn’t even know why he had unknowingly started to care about her affairs.
Abram Phillips glanced at him meaningfully but didn’t pursue the subject.
"Usually around ten minutes," Drake Easton replied to Rowdy’s question after they both fell silent. "She should be faster today."
"Why?" Rowdy was skeptical.
Drake Easton looked towards the direction of the girls’ dormitory and answered plainly: "Just a hunch."
Flossie’s military skills had improved rapidly lately, even her physical fitness was up to par now. Even though she’d spent most of her earlier days doing nothing in the cooking class, according to his observation, her performance in all areas was only improving. Naturally, she wouldn’t be an exception to emergency gatherings.
Meanwhile——
The dormitory of the third row and second class plunged into chaos at the first sound of the whistle.
"My bowl! Who took my bowl?"
"Damn it, where are my trousers?!"
"Whose foot is on mine?"
Flossie who had managed to get all her gear ready in just two minutes was leisurely leaning against the dormitory door, watching the whole group scrambling for their belongings bathed in the dim light, an expression of boredom crossing her eyes.
Since she became Flossie, she hadn’t participated in any emergency gathering. The fact that this daunting exercise hadn’t been held for more than half a month was obviously unreasonable.
She supposed that some people must have intentionally let them lower their guard before launching a surprise attack when they least expect it.
Flossie was well-prepared, thanks to her years of wandering outside. Despite disliking many things in such a rigid military environment, she had to admit that there were similarities between life as a mercenary and life in regular forces.
— End of Chapter 45 —