There were six of them, both men and women, all looking at her hesitantly.
"What's the matter?"
Flossie Wright stood still, her posture straight and firm, giving them a cool glance.
"Report, we have something!"
The six spoke in unison.
Their shout was so loud it seemed to shake the heavens.
"Speak."
Flossie coldly tossed out the single word.
Suddenly, the six pairs of fervent eyes became even more intense.
"Report, we would like your help in developing a training plan for us."
"Report, our shooting skills are not very good, and we hope to receive your guidance!"
"Report, we sincerely ask for your help!"
...
Each one shouted their request, their expressions tense and severe, as if just a frown from Flossie would make them fearful.
Flossie calmly scrutinized them.
She had read all their profiles and was familiar with each person's capabilities and identity.
