Before Glenn Hutchinson arrived, Willie Ash very astutely slipped away.
It hadn't rained tonight, and it was already late. People were passing by on the trail, and occasionally when a soldier encountered Glenn Hutchinson head-on, they would salute him solemnly.
The Assembly Area was specifically chosen to be in an open field, with ample space on both the front and the rear.
Flossie Wright leaned against a tree, waiting for Glenn Hutchinson to come over.
A short while passed.
He walked up to her and stopped.
The light was dim, and the night hazy.
Having shed his earlier training uniform, Glenn Hutchinson had changed into his regular service uniform.
The army-green service uniform was neatly tailored, with sharp lines that outlined his tall and straight figure.
The uniform was originally serious in nature, lacking the casual convenience of the training attire, making his aura seem cold and solemn. As the cool evening breeze blew head-on, it brought with it a sharp aura.
