They still had training to undergo.
...
Flossie Wright followed Glenn Hutchinson away from the Shooting Range.
But they didn't go too far.
Away from the noisy sounds, all they could hear was the whistling wind.
Glenn Hutchinson's steps then came to a halt.
He turned around, facing her.
Flossie Wright also stopped, staring at him with a cold expression.
"Feel better now?" Glenn Hutchinson asked in a low voice.
The sound of his voice, woven with the wind, reached Flossie Wright's ears clearly before being torn apart.
Flossie Wright lifted her eyes.
The wind swept up snowflakes, flying in from behind Glenn Hutchinson; with tiny snowflakes falling into her eyes, there was only a coolness to be felt.
"No."
With her thin lips slightly parting, Flossie Wright's voice was cool, yet extremely firm.
"What is it that you want?" Glenn Hutchinson frowned slightly.
"Want to assess the severity and then dismiss me?"
