Chapter Twenty
Sophia stepped onto the green marble, mask fastened over her face. She aimed her M4 carefully at the soldier standing over the captured operative in the red jacket. The operative was bound and blindfolded. She was cuffed above her head, wrists pinned to a nickel silver railing.
The soldier was standing on the elevated end of the banquet room. He carried a sword on his back, which caught her interest. She noticed the operative’s ruck. It was near the soldier, atop a grand piano.
Sophia aimed at the soldier through the holographic sight.
‘Raise your arms,’ she said.
She knew who it was before he turned around. And he knew who she was before she ordered him to turn around. His mask moved into her sight’s red reticle.
‘I want to say it’s good to see you again,’ DC said. He
