Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 751

Chapter 751: Odds

Eness winced on the ground, landing on her tailbone heavily. A sharp ache tore through her spine and she let out a small whimper, rolling over to her side.

The passersby looked over in shock and hesitation.

Most wouldn't recognize the faces of Colonels by look alone, but they would recognize their uniforms. The Colonel had only appeared for a short time, but the style of his pauldrons and the bright red of the emblem on his lapel told them everything they needed to know.

There were only a hundred Colonels in the entire city. Their standing didn't need to be discussed; it was inherently known and understood.

But even so... for the life of them, they couldn't understand why they had targeted a woman like this.

Fear gripped their hearts and many just didn't want to get involved, but when they saw the tears brimming in Eness' eyes and how she couldn't seem to move on her own anymore, their hearts won out.

A pair of young men double-checked the door before rushing forward, slowly helping Eness to her feet.

"Eness? Eness!"

A familiar middle-aged woman pushed her way through the crowd. She was none other than the very customer that had been at the counter when Sylas arrived that day-Darla.

She was dressed not too dissimilarly from Eness herself. Clearly, she had had a similar idea, but was a step late.

"Are you alright? What happened?" Darla's question came out in rapid fire.

Click.

The doors to the military office opened and a man stepped out. It wasn't the Colonel, but everyone was already walking on tenterhooks.

"Clear out the area. This isn't a place you all can lag around in. I'll give you three minutes. If not, I'll charge you all for inciting a public disturbance."

Eness' lip trembled and she lowered her head.

With the help of the two young men and Darla, she managed to slowly waddle away.

A cold light flashed in the man's eyes, but he didn't say anything more, just sweeping a gaze through the rest before he turned and vanished into the building once more.

**

Plinli frowned, looking at the report. What were the odds of this?

Those that needed reports of military exploits were almost non-existent. The history of the city was so limited that this had only happened a handful of times, and most often it was just for the sake of court orders to sort out wrongdoing.

But when Plinli read this report, he could only shake his head. Eness hadn't directly asked for the report. Apparently, she just wanted it to try and figure out who her son was.

However, how were they supposed to produce a report for a fake mission only held as a facade?

Everyone on that mission had died because General Broussard wasn't meant to be a participant in the first place. They didn't want anyone who knew this to spill the beans ahead of time.

It should probably be fine, but Plinli was getting an uneasy feeling.

He stood to his feet, pacing back and forth as Lucirius strolled in.

"Is it done?" Plinli looked toward his younger cousin.

"Yes."

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