--West side, Outskirts of Firgan Town.--
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The afternoon sky was hot, boiling, and buzzing with nature's boisterous sounds.
It was 4 P.M, and Lucy's team had arrived several days back.
The gang had already surveyed and mapped the site out.
Their faces were grim and their bodies solemn.
Lucy looked at the few ladies before her, still not comfortable enough to do the job, but knowing they had no other choice.
"Are you sure you can get it done? If the task is too daunting for you, this is your chance to pull out."
"Your majesty, we can do it!" The female soldiers replied boldly.
They were dressed in thin and showy attires of all sorts of colors.
The bottom half of their faces were covered with long see-through silky pieces of fabric, and their hands dawned with a special 'tattoo.'
The tattoo was painted on them last night and wouldn't come off till 1 week later.