Glenn Hutchinson frowned and looked ahead.
It was a desolate city, marked by the traces of shells and bullets. The bombings had left the buildings in ruins, as far as the eye could see, only remnants of walls and debris remained.
Here, there would be no trace of civilians.
But it was more dangerous than places with civilians present.
There might be a group of armed people here, typical brutal insurgents, who wouldn't leave any words behind if encountered.
Glenn Hutchinson dismounted from the motorcycle.
Flossie Wright remained on the bike.
She tilted her head slightly to meet Glenn's gaze and coldly spoke, "I'll wait for you on the other side of the city before the sun rises."
With that said, she offered no further explanation.
She revved the motorcycle and headed straight towards the danger-filled city along a straight road.
Glenn Hutchinson furrowed his brows, and a trace of worry flickered across his expression.
