Flossie Wright and Belinda Nichols locked eyes, with Belinda's hand delicately finding its way to the doorknob.
They began to count down in tandem.
Three, two, one.
Belinda's hand swiftly turned.
Click—
Creak—
Caught off guard by the sudden unlocking and opening of the door, two enemy soldiers passing by were taken aback. However, their professional training kicked in before their brains had a chance to register what was happening, and they quickly prepared to fire their automatic rifles at the target.
But,
Two figures leapt out like lightning, rushing towards them at an unreactable speed.
Flossie Wright caught one soldier's wrist, and with a swift diagonal pull, the man's strength was cut off, causing his Type 95 automatic rifle to fall. Simultaneously, Flossie spun around, her leg fiercely sweeping into his chest, forcefully stopping his attempt to fight back and pushing him back several steps.
"Shit!"
