Flossie Wright took it.
She hadn't touched these for two days.
The gun, the knife, the icy temperature transmitted through the skin of her palm, magically imparting a sense of security.
She played with it for a while before seriously considering Perry Reed's question.
"Where to go..."
Lifting a finger to her smooth chin, Flossie Wright narrowed her eyes slightly.
Today was the deadline for the second mission.
She didn't want to complete the mission.
The reason she had given them three days was that this mission couldn't be accomplished in a short time.
"Get 'useful information'."
A simple phrase, but not easy to execute.
Identify the target, infiltrate, engage in conversation, and escape successfully.
If the execution wasn't perfect, or she targeted the wrong person, accidents could happen at any time.
With only a few hours left until nightfall, Flossie Wright couldn't possibly discover the information and then, without alerting anyone, obtain the useful information.
