Rowdy Brightwill gave him a lingering look, finding him oddly appealing in his military uniform for the first time.
Watching Glenn Hutchinson stride upstairs, Rowdy Brightwill's grip on his gun tightened slightly. He tried to soothe the nervous tension within, as if he wanted to completely toss Flossie Wright out of his mind.
Here, a war was unfolding with two hostages' lives hanging in the balance. He had to concentrate.
...
In the Surgery Room...
Flossie Wright carefully paid attention to the noises outside, but the vast majority of her attention was on the nefariously dressed villain in the military uniform.
She didn't understand why a soldier would commit such an unthinkable act, but there was something she could be sure of.
If even the soldiers dared to do this, it meant they truly had no fear of death.
And what Flossie detested most were those without brains, and those… who had no fear of death.
"What do you need me to do?"
