Chapter 72 - Impostors (10) (1/2)
All means were good to show that he regretted what he had done; so he closed his eyes, even though it was a little late for that, and apologized... excessively, ”Sorry! I'm really sorry! I'm really, really sorry!” He screamed pathetically with his hands in front of his face to protect it in case Amandla was going to hit him there.
Amandla's expression became cold, but not for a reason that Francis might have expected.
When he introduced himself as a friend of Lazar she believed him and didn't judge the book by its cover for the simple reason that he knew that Lazar's name wasn't Logan, but with what she was seeing right now, she could no longer believe his version, 'Someone like him can't be his friend.'
She was disappointed, but she preferred to use the forces she had regained to try to get up on her own instead of wasting them by externalizing her frustration.
In this sense, she took several deep breaths before leaving her crouching position in order to lean on her right leg, then on both legs using at every step progressive movements to spare her muscles which had suffered a lot because of the energy drain.
Now standing on her two wobbly legs, Amandla decided to ignore Francis completely...
If she had to make a choice between trying to calm down an almost grown-up man who was for no valuable reason acting like a frightened 5-year-old kid and taking interest in what was going on on Lazar's side, then there was no real need to think about it...
...
'No, I'll take care of that later.' Lazar resigned himself before he stopped staring at a young blond man who seemed particularly nervous after noticing that he had caught his eye.
Lazar then shifted back his attention to the entire crowd to continue the negotiations he had begun earlier, ”As I said before, I don't have a lot of time, so I would like to proceed with the evacuation of the people whose informations are in this file right away...” He said in a more pressing tone while shaking again the said file that was in his left hand above his head.
The woman who had made the remark that he didn't seem to mind taking care of this mission moved forward until she reached an equal distance between him and the rest of the crowd.
'Oh... Now I understand why she talked to me like that.' Now that she was that close, Lazar recognized her. Despite her tousled curly hair; her scrawny physique, caramel-colored skin and coarse face formed an easily recognizable whole.
He never forgot people who gave him an unpleasant impression and this person was undoubtedly one of them.
Lazar expressed one more time his desire to join the Navy and Lana didn't oppose it under one condition; Apply to the universities he would have applied to if his choice wasn't definitive and visit the ones that will give a positive answer.
Lazar wasn't stupid, he understood that this was a desperate attempt by Lana to make him prefer the life of a college student instead of a soldier by showing him how 'cool' the campuses he will be visiting are, but he nevertheless accepted this condition knowing that he wouldn't change his mind.