43 The Russians Gambit: Part 19 (1/2)

Red. Blood was red. And so did her left hands. It looked like that blood had leaked a bit from her left hands. She lifted her hands up and looked at it, 'I think I need to replace this bandage.'

With a headache on her head, she headed to the bathroom to take a look at herself. She looked at the mirror on top of the sink. She turned on the sink and she saw herself in the mirror. She held her face with her hands, ”So beautiful, yet,” she held a scar near her left eye, ”so dangerous.”

She noticed that her posture was a little bit shorter than before. She also noticed the big lump of meat on her chest. It wasn't that big, it wasn't flat either. Like they all said, medium is premium. She put off her clothes and took a shower. 'I wonder how woman pee.' She groped her chest. Soft and bouncy.

A door knock could be heard from the outside of the door. It was Abdul, he put a paper on the bottom of the door. Lizeth finished taking a shower and opened her bag that was containing her clothes and stuff. The bag only contained a desert camo uniform and a patch of the British flag. She wore those clothes and tied her hair so it makes a ponytail. Well, it was the only hairstyle she could do. She grabbed the paper on the bottom of the door and read it.

He told her to quickly meet him at the front door. He wanted her to be armed and ready because he got an Intel that the insurgents had tracked down that car and currently on the way to Hit.

She wore her ballistic vest and tactical rig. She went downstairs where Abdul was waiting in an Iraqi combat uniform and was holding an AK-74M. He was taking a smoke on a pillar of the safe house.

”Ready? Good, let's go,” Abdul walked to the parking lot. There was a Humvee parked there. How the hell did Abdul get a Humvee? Lizeth had no idea. She just knew that the previous car was full of bullet holes.

They entered the car and Abdul drove out of that town. Lizeth's stomach was grumbling. She hadn't eaten since morning. She was sleeping for too long. The stomach growl was very loud that Abdul heard it, but he didn't stop to a nearby restaurant for food or some snack. He just handed her a package of crackers from the backseat.

”Sorry, we're behind schedule here. I can't stop for food or we will miss the chance of capturing Nuke Amar,” She said as he handed him a can of meat stew that had been put in the car for only God knows how long.

”Ok,” Lizeth said as she opened the can and grabbed a spoon from the dashboard of the card. The spoon was gross. It was full of desert sand. She just wiped it with her clothes.

She opened that canned stew and surprised that there wasn't any lump of fat there. Even she knew that a canned food should have cold fat inside of it, ”It's cooked by the desert heat,” Abdul said, ”Sorry, but Iraq is not providing MRE extensively like the US.”