228 Ambrosia Cartel: Part 35 (1/2)

”It was long, where the hell have you been? Commander.” Lynn stood up from her chair.

It looked like she was on a mission before. It was evident by the tactical gears that she wore and a Crye Airframe helmet on the table in front of her. There was also a SCAR-H on top of the table. There were also some bullet holes inside of the bulletproof vest.

”A trip to the main base, as usual. Where have you been? That's a railgun, isn't it?” Patrick asked as he pointed his hand at the railgun that was located in the corner of the room. The ammunition and battery were taken away from their respective slots since those components had been taken away by Lynn.

”An operation as usual. I have to hit an armored convoy in the middle of the highway. It was nothing fancy. I was there as a lookout, not a combatant. The combatant was the special force team which dressed up as a cartel,” Lynn said.

”Hmm, I see. Matamoros cartel, eh?” Patrick asked.

”Yup, the Matamoros cartel. It was a perfect cover, the government would suspect that it needs to bolster its security and thus increasing their needs for our service. I could say that it's a win-win situation for us. For them, it was not,” Lynn said.

”Well, never mess with contractors. That was the golden rule of thumb,” Patrick said.

”Yeah. They will never know what hit them until it is too late,” Lynn said as she stood up from the chair where she was sitting.

The sky outside was still bright. The sun was still located above their heads and the activities inside of that base were still crowded. People were still running and maintaining something around the base. It was evident from the glass walls of that living quarter that people were still working while Patrick and Lynn were still sitting down inside of the receptionist room.

”So, what did you do there?” Lynn asked.

Well, Patrick hadn't told the reason for his leaving Lynn since she was still asleep on his bed when Patrick got up off the bed. Telling her the plan of going to the main base wasn't going to work either since Lynn tended asking more and more questions if she was really curious about something.

”I was there to meet Natham. It was fun with a lot of drinks and a lot of booze,” Patrick lied.

”I see. It's not weird to see some of our friends have turned into a drunk person nowadays,” Lynn said.

”You're right, Patrick. That's why I choose you,” Lynn said.

As Lynn stood up, she walked to the corner of the room and put the railgun on her back and her rifle on her front. She wore her helmet again and both of them walked outside of the living quarter. The outside of the base was full of noise. Lucky for Lynn, she was wearing a comtac so she couldn't hear any damn thing.

Both of us were heading for a stroll in the base since both of us needed to know what was happening on the base. They wanted to know the success that the current commander had contributed to the base. One could see that the current commander had built many new things from an emergency tent inside of the base. Hell, even there was a ping-pong table near the field where some of the soldiers used it to run and exercise.

”Wow, we have done a lot, haven't we? In the past two years,” Patrick said.

Lynn just nodded. For Patrick, it was a weird experience where she was turned into a girl more than once and almost got killed more than once. It was quite a decent experience, but he certainly didn't want to repeat those experiences. Living as a girl was quite a jarring task for him since he didn't know how at first. However, he also got used to it at the end of the day.