Redamancy ✷ Simon Riley

Chap 37)

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧
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With clad arms folded methodically over her chest which was wrapped in her protective ebony kevlar vest, Poppy pierced the inside of her cheek with her tongue in significant concentration. Her meticulous jade irises gazed upon the surface of the worn oak table, staring at the dull map of Las Almas, Mexico. Her left leg was bent slightly at the knee as she buried the tip of her dirt-stained boot into the golden hay that was strewn across the ground.

Despite it being early morning, the interior of the unilluminated barn was chilly from the downpour that had fallen from the sobbing grey clouds in the night. Goosebumps had risen on the nape of her neck as the cold breeze brushed the bare skin of her throat.

She blinked the fatigue away that was close to making her fall asleep standing and craned her head to regard Simon standing confidently beside her. Feeling her endearing gaze, he turned his head and locked eyes with her. She gave him that faint gorgeous smile he loved before returning her attention to Rodolfo who began explaining their plan of action to get Alejandro and the Los Vaqueros soldiers back.

Rudy lifted his gloved forefinger and pointed to a debilitated prison located on the crinkled map. "Graves is holding him here."

"His own personal black site prison," MacTavish stated, cradling his weapon in his muscular arms.

An artificial metal lamp stood lumped over, hovering a white light which beamed down on the map. Poppy descried the lack of properties around the lonely prison. She flicked her gaze away from the map when she noticed photos of the prison itself on the table. Moving her feet, she tilted her head to inspect the pictures closer.

"May I?" She asked politely, gesturing to the pictures.

Rodolfo turned his head at her solemn voice and nodded. "Go ahead, amiga."

Stepping forward, she planted her left palm on the table and used her other hand to obtain the pictures that were scattered under the paper map. Once they were in her grasp, she went through them one by one and scanned them, noticing different features of the prison.

There were high walls that were barely standing and chunks of dusty stone that had crumbled off over time from the harsh weather. There were multiple guard towers with visible armed Shadow soldiers stationed in them.

She noted Simon peering over her clothed shoulder blade to see the pictures for himself. With a kittenish smirk, she handed them over to the curious lieutenant. He had never seen that flirtatious look on her face before, but it had him desperately wanting to kiss her fiercely. He wanted to hear her panting breaths and content whimpers against his warm lips.