章 9: Chapter 8
Evangeline
"Hey, can you come here for a sec?" I asked Oliver.
"What is it?" he said, looking at me with curiosity.
"I need some help," I replied, leading the way to the basement. Oliver followed closely behind.
I opened the basement door and switched on the lights. The room was filled with memories—a brown sofa, a mini-fridge, a table where we used to play board games, a wine cabinet, and a snack cabinet. But nostalgia had to take a back seat for now; I had a mission in this room.
My gaze settled on the metal cabinets, tucked away in the far corner. The key should be somewhere here.
"Look for a key," I instructed as I began to search.
"Fine," he replied with a sigh.
We scoured the area and eventually found it under a few books. Dad was never great at hiding things. I approached the lockers and unlocked them, each with its own key. The first locker was stacked full of ammunition, the second held a few pistols and revolvers, the third contained shotguns, and the fourth stored three grenades and several knives.
"The hell! Why do you have these in your house? Is your family part of the mafia or something?" Oliver exclaimed, clearly shocked by the discovery. These weren't the kinds of things you'd find in a typical household.
"Far from that. My dad's the Lieutenant General of the army. These are his," I explained, taking out a revolver and handing it to him. "You should take this; it's easier to use."
"A General, huh?" Oliver mused as he accepted the gun. Oliver was what you would call a nerd, albeit a hotter-than-average one. I'd seen him reading about guns and whatnot, and I was confident he could learn to use it within five days. At least, I hoped so.
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