(Karsten)
Slowly I approached the men and stood facing them under the dim yellow light of the hanging lamp.
All of them stood alert with their bulletproof jackets and game faces on.
A large table had been lined with guns, communication devices, ropes, explosives, alarm-disarming devices and other equipment needed for our raid.
I had also requested a first-aid box and it sat at the side of the table.
Grabbing the wig I took it off and dropped it on the table. Reaching with my fingers, I pinched out the lenses and discarded them.
Placing my hands flat on the table, I leaned down and faced the highly trained extraction squad.
Their faces were rigid, and their eyes solely focused on me. They only awaited my command and I didn't even want to ask how they brought all these weapons into Marica City.
Taking out my phone I extracted Arata's picture. The one we had taken on Christmas and showed it to them.
