Redamancy ✷ Simon Riley

Chap 27)

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧
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Mountainous rocky hills were stacked unevenly on top of each other while the surface was roughly rugged with sharpened stone piercing threatenly outwards. Prickly bushes dotted the steep slopes of the hills as vigorous green roots sprouted and spread like veins from the cracks in the boulders that engirdled the opulent villa.

The flaming sun had fallen behind the mountaintops that were sitting formidable over the villa. The skyline was no longer a cosy yellow and orange but instead, it had brushed the twilight into temporary existence before the serene night would take over.

Gold stars had not graced the sky with their beautiful refulgent presence yet. Their eyes were still sealed shut, not ready to blink and twinkle down at the earth.

Spiky palm trees stood vaguely slanted over from the topsoil as their jagged smooth leaves blew in the calm breeze that flowed by. As the leaves brushed against one another, they created a whisper of a rustle that was carried away by the soothing wind.

Frangible cement walls circled the entire perimeter of the villa like an emerald glittering ring around a slim finger. Black iron fences had been built on top of the cement walls to provide extra security and protection from anyone who desired to climb over.

A sizable constructed pool was situated near the edge of the hill, which would grant a magnificent and breathtaking view for any individual staring out into the landscape ahead while in the pool water.

The waterproof lights that were in the external tiled walls of the pool cast a blue hue on the surrounding level walls. The movement of the chlorine water made the little waves project on the ground, creating a compelling visual effect.

The villa had three floors-that's if you were excluding the two turreted small towers that protruded out the roof of the main section of the villa-and exposed balconies that ran to different parts of the interior building.

Heavily armed cartel members equipped with loaded pistols and assault rifles had their faces concealed with fabric balaclavas that only revealed their eyes. They roamed the exterior grounds of the villa with vigilant eyes and confident, unintimidated postures.

Poppy held the monocular to her eye before craning her head to scan the outer rim of the guarded area. With her eyebrows visibly knitted together in noticeable concentration, her warm lips pressed into a thin line.

She shifted on her booted feet and turned around as she lowered the monocular from her eye and readily handed it off to Sergeant MacTavish, who was standing beside her on the rooftop.