47 The Russians Gambit: No Longer My Business End (1/2)

Capital International Airport. 1800 Hours. Airport Cafe.

Sipping coffee in the afternoon. Lizeth was currently doing that. She was very proud of her achievement right now. She celebrated it by buying an expensive coffee. 4$. That's how much she spent on coffee. Quite an upgrade for someone that usually ate sandwiches and instant noodles.

She sat down on the corner of the cafe while looking at the Armory System app. She wanted to distribute the skill points evenly while sipping her coffee. Currently, she had 50 unspent skill points and 450.000$ on her account.

[Intermediate level CQC: Ability to take down special forces operator with ease. Reducing struggle for taking down tier one operator] [12 Skill Points]

[Advanced Level CQC: Ability to take down tier one operator with ease. Stealth takedown no longer works on you.] [15 Skill Points] [Intermediate Level CQC required]

She took both to increase her likelihood of beating down an opponent stealthily using melee attacks. She moved on to the other skill sets. The driving skill set.

[Basic Piloting Skill: Ability to control any airplane or combat aircraft. 3G limitation]  [5 Skill Points]

In case she needed to ride a helicopter or an airplane. That skill would come in handy. She was also glad that she wouldn't be hunted down by the Russians due to her being an FSB contractor.

[Mediocre Bullet Resistant: Nullify damage from 9mm and .45 ACP pistol rounds. Reduce damage for bullet damage.] [7 Skill Points]

[Mediocre recoil handling: Improved burst accuracy with an automatic weapon. 20% recoil reduction and sway.] [4 skill points]

'I will save the rest of the skill points for later.' she closed her phone after she sold her Iraqi AK for 300$. She no longer needed that AK because it was junk. She decided to buy another new weapon. She couldn't her P416 because she dumped it in the middle of the desert. Besides, she was never a fan of that rifle.

'Hmm, what should I buy?' she scrolled through dozen of weapons since she was a level 50 contractor. She couldn't decide, there were too many of them and she could afford all of those rifles. She still waited for her friend to pick her up. Aline was her name. Well, she promised to pick her up once Lizeth arrived at the airport. Now, where was she?

Aline appeared from the door of the cafe. She saw the girl with a lot of scars on his face was drinking near a window. She was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt and black pants. Her hair was ponytailed.

She sat down in front of her, ”So Lizeth. How's the middle east?”

”Fun.”

”I'm surprised you come back here,” a waiter approached her and offered her a drink. She refused. The waiter left.

Aline bought a pair of rectangular glasses. 'For what?' Lizeth though on her head as she saw the box.

”With that kind of look. People will think that you've been through something really horrible,” she commented on the scars on Lizeth's face, ”At least, if you look nerdy. You can keep a low profile. Your eyes aren't perfect either,” Aline said as Lizeth turned on her smartphone and activated its camera to see her face better.

'Oh My God,' One long scar line across her left eye. Two smaller scars across her right eye. Three small scars on her forehead. And one small scar right on his mouth, under her chin and on her left cheek.

”I wonder how you didn't notice all of that obvious details,” Aline smiled a bit. She didn't know that Lizeth had only seen a mirror two times since she woke up. The glasses did some job on hiding those scars. The downside was that she looked like a nerdy kid, but that was the point.

Lizeth paid for her coffee and they left the cafe. Aline brought her car to pick her up. They got inside that car and Aline drove away from the airport.

”Why are you staying in the capital Aline?” Lizeth asked her.

”Hmm, I'd rather choose Lynn to explain it to you,” Aline answered. Not answering her question. She knew better. The capital didn't have any Russian on it since the bomb wasn't in the capital. It was a safe place to stay.

”So... What should I do now? I'm a little bit on jet lag and I need to take a rest. Is the FOB still open?” Lizeth made an unwritten statement that she needed sleep. Alone had another plan though. Well, not the kind that Lizeth would like.

”Good. You will sleep at the dorm,” Aline said. It made a question in Lizeth's head.

”What dorm?” She asked.