Since the morning jog, I have been avoiding Damon, but I won't be safe now, it is time for our briefing and I would be alone with Eric, Michael, and Damon so avoiding him are as good as impossible right now. I sat on my own side of the table which was on the right side of Damon. He looked at me for a second but turned away when his eyes met mine. He put the file on the projector which showed a list of people. Getting up from his chair he moves to the front, the outline of his six-pack showing through his black t-shirt but his stern and cold look just made the entire scene better. He would make a wonderful overbearing CEO back to the matter at hand.
"These people are the hostages kidnapped," he pointed at a woman maybe in her end thirties, "Jonea Mersil, female, 40 years old, Counselor of the Queen and her best friend, has an illegitimate child, is not married, and is a lady in the royal court. Next, Senaia Potis, female, 70 years old, the Queen's head maid, and the Queen's maid since her early years, married, 6 children all abroad. This one," He pointed at a man in his twenties who looked dull and as if all life was lost from his eyes, "he is the King's nephew, Prince Silviu Reyes, male, 22 years old, has a history of depression, not married, no children."
He turned from the screen turning to us.
"I have been notified that we have gotten this unit's name, Tiger Commando Unit. Under the Tiger unit, we are separated into two other units, the medical team is the Panda Unit and the normal soldiers are the Wolves. This is classified information, for now, the rest of the soldiers will be notified after this briefing. Everyone should ask around to get the codenames of all your teammates on this mission, you should have memorized the list by now but that is for every team to settle. Moving back to these people." He turned back to the whiteboard.
"These people have been kidnapped by the Black Rose lead by Erica Torres or Sanchez. The mission is simple. Find hostages. Save hostages, alive. Capture predators, alive, but if needed kill them. The Maldovian Council has given us the authority to decide what will happen to them after all their Leader is originally a Civilian of the kingdom of America. Shooting is allowed. Explosives are allowed with my confirmation, not until the hostages and other prisoners are out safely. We received Intel that there are two young girls among the Kidnapped who have no connection to the royal family. Their family, living conditions, name, birthday we received no information on that. Just that both children are girls and range from the age of 6-10."
Eric raised his hand to which he nodded at him telling him to continue.
"Those children can we rest assured that they are not one of them and are sent to spy on us playing victims?"
He shortly nodded.
"Just what I taught, we are going to be keeping an extra look on them until we find information on them. Once we have them, Lorraine will send their blood samples to the police station and figure out their identity, such as name, family, age, date of birth, every single family relation I want everything in a file. Till we have that we are going to keep them isolated from everyone, they could be dangerous or even work for the other side, but before we jump to conclusions we must make sure those kids are out of danger first."
I nodded writing down my tasks in my little notebook.
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We made our way out of the camp towards our perspective cars, once again I shared a ride with Damon, Michael, and Zoey, and again the entire ride was spent in utter silence. The only sound that was heard was the crickets that lurked in the bushes. We left in the same teams like last time, even though this was a rescue mission we cannot broadcast our arrival for everyone to know. It would be welcoming death with our arms wide open.
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Lorraine's Bullet
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