68 Impostors 6 (1/2)

Present

Baseball field (M.I.T campus)

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Just after they landed on the other side of the barrier, Francis was able to confirm thanks to the fact that there were no longer the bars of the barrier to block his view that the two individuals who had just entered in a rather original way the baseball field were a woman and a man.

They didn't seem to want to waste any time and they looked like they knew what they wanted since they weren't paying attention to what was on their right or their left but only what was in front of them...

Side by side, they were walking straight in the direction of Francis and the people present without that really surprising the latters; the timing with which they had arrived and their behaviour was suggesting that they were here for them.

The man on the right was entirely dressed in black, his hood was covering everything above his eyes and his pace was particularly sluggish.

He was giving the impression that he didn't wanted to be noticed and in a more visible manner that he didn't wished to be here in the first place.

If not being noticed was indeed the intention of this man then the woman on the left was doing him a favor, her enchanting beauty made him almost invisible to the eyes of the great majority of the men present, including Francis.

One would think that being around someone as intimidating as Lazar in high school would have made him tougher, and it was the case in some ways, however, it didn't cured his shyness with girls.

A boy as inexperienced as him couldn't resist this woman's mesmerizing face which was evoking him no other words than synonyms of gracious... not only that, but he was also bewitched by her captivating ocean-blue eyes and her very sturdy yet feminine body that was giving her the allure of an Amazon.

By dint of looking at her, the mind of Francis drifted into another reality, a perverse reality where he could touch, feel this woman...

However, before he arrived at the state of imagining the perfume which was emanating from her, he came back to reality, 'What's wrong with me?!'

”Stop talking shit.”

Francis turned around because he suddenly heard a man's voice a few meters behind him.

Given the reprimanding tone he had used, it sounded like that man was in a heated debate with someone.

”I know what I saw fucker!” Barked aggressively the blonde girl in front of him before pointing at a truck with a dark green paint scheme right in the middle of the road in the street alongside the baseball field, ”They got out of the military truck there! They are soldiers!”