Redamancy ✷ Simon Riley

Chap 40)

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Sedulously, Poppy pulled her brown hair into three equal sections with patient dexterity. Her slim fingers combed through her hair to brush back loose and escaped strands. She orderly began French braiding her hair as she visibly contemplated.

Her serene gaze lingered on the black leather zipped bag that contained the multiple balaclavas. The familiar eldritch white skull was embroidered into the soft fabric of the masks, replicating the same design Simon had on his very own balaclava.

The lieutenant himself had obtained the mysterious bag and handed it over to her. She was intrigued and had faintly risen an eyebrow at him when it was given to her. Curiously, she had pinched the silver zip between the pad of her thumb and index finger and tugged it open to reveal what was inside.

When she caught a peek at the masks within the interior of the small bag, she had given Ghost a quizzical look that told him she was truly mystified. He relished the vague furrow of her eyebrows and her green eyes that seemed to silently interrogate him. Her eyelashes fluttered against the skin under her eyes as she blinked.

She promptly apprehended that the balaclavas were meant for the mission Captain Price was personally conducting. Simon recognized the comprehension in her pale eyes and gave her a simple nod of confirmation in response to the question she hadn't verbally asked.

Those immaculate masks were going to be worn by the soldiers who wanted to help get Alejandro's base back and permanently neutralize Commander Phillip Graves.

The sergeant was just tying the end of her braid with a hair tie as Colonel Vargas caught Los Vaquero's attention. The soldiers left behind what they were doing and gathered around the table that was situated next to the shelves holding the assault rifles.

Her begrimed boots crunched dry hay scattered across the concrete ground as she unhurriedly sauntered over to the table with the leather bag in her warm grasp.

She turned on her feet and moved around the right side of the table. Poppy passed by numerous soldiers as she placed herself next to Simon. She straightened her posture confidently next to him. Ghost craned his head and glanced at the woman standing beside him. He heeded the way her hair was presently French braided and no longer in a neat secure bun.

Feeling his gaze on her profile, she turned and locked eyes with the lieutenant before the duo returned their attention to Captain Price who began explaining their plan of action.

"Alright, listen," Looking around the table, Price darted his eyes between the Los Vaqueros before locking eyes with Sergeant Major Parra standing opposite him. "We are taking back your HQ. We are getting our prisoner." Stepping forward, he placed his gloved palms on the surface of the table, letting his fingertips graze the wood. "We are killing Commander Graves."