64 Impostors 2 (1/2)

Although he was mad at her at that time, before unbuckling his seatbelt and jumping out of the troop transport truck, he had taken the trouble to discreetly put the keys of his house on his seat so that Amandla could return without a problem...

He therefore hoped that she had shown the same consideration towards him and left the door open instead of reacting like a child by wanting an apology to let him in or some other bullshit when he came back, 'I don't think she's puerile enough to do that, but with what happened tonight, I can't be sure.'

Finally, when Lazar lowered the door handle, he was relieved to feel that there was no blockage, which would have been the sign that the lock had been closed, 'Good.'

However, after having slightly opened the door, he felt that something was blocking its complete opening from the other side, something... kinda soft.

Wanting to find out what it was, Lazar was going to poke his head through the space left by the door opening...

But before he did so, he heard the sound of a blanket which was crumpling and realized that what was blocking wasn't something but someone.

”Amandla, what are you doing behind the door?” He asked, looking puzzled.

After a few seconds during which Lazar heard Amandla slowly getting up, the door finally opened wide. She was then standing before him, almost completely covered with a thick gray blanket.

From her body, only her right hand with which she had opened the door was visible, as well as her face marked by tiredness.

”...” Amandla remained speechless when she laid her eyes on Lazar. Contrary to what she thought would happen, no reaction came naturally to her when she saw him. Her feelings were so confused that she couldn't completely understand them, let alone express them...

In any case, if she felt anger or resentment, it was directed more at herself than at Lazar.

She felt guilty about what happened in the truck, because afterwards the words Lazar had said to her resounded in her head as a warning.

'You can disagree with me, but don't get in my way thinking you're doing me a favor', 'I hope one day will come when our roles will be reversed, then you'll understand why I'm reacting like this' That's what he said to her. And that was true.

She didn't need to be in his shoes to know what she would do, if that ever happened she was convinced that her reaction would be much worse than his, 'If he was to get in my way in Norway, even if it will be for my own good... I would be able to kill him.'

”Pff!” Hearing Lazar saying that so soberly was too much for Amandla to restrain herself from laughing ”Hmph Hmph!” She was giggling uncontrollably and holding her mouth with her hands to avoid attracting the attention of all the soldiers on patrol in the neighborhood.

Amandla inadvertently dropped her blanket to the ground, revealing the same sleepwear she had worn the day before.

Lazar picked it up while she was still laughing and throwed it in her face, ”We have work to do.” He said calmly.