Encounter

Camille approached the men, with her attention focused on them, she didn't notice a dried branch that laid on her way and marched it. Thwack! came the sound it produced and the men turned to face her, with a look of shock and surprise written boldly on their faces.

" fuck ! " She cursed inwardly, and shook her head , overcoming their shock, one of the men the one with a drooping left eye pulled out a short knife from a sword belt that was strapped on his waist , spreading his arms he intended to frighten her ,as any lady would be afraid of a creepy man with one eye holding a knife.

Camille took a few steps back to weigh her adversary's strength, but the man thought she wanted to run away, he signaled the other man with a big nose to circle her.

" No need to run now my Lady , are we friends or not ? He spread his arms wider this time offering her his creepy smile, he tilted his head and looked at the red hair for support.

" oh , yes ! we are my Lady , good friends" the red hair chipped in, unsure of her movements.

" What type of friends welcome their friend with a knife in hand? " Camille questioned, throwing them off balance.

" Who are you people ? Where am I? Where are my men?Who do you work for ?. She asked them, one breathing in anticipation of a quick answer. This time around, her voice was very confident, the men still in shock could not comprehend what's wrong with her, and exchanged glances with each other, wondering what went wrong with her.

From the information gathered about the first daughter of Gulley Andrews, duke of the south ,was that she was locked up in her chamber all through her life , not to associate with the people , she therefore turned an introvert.

" My Lady, did you hit your head somewhere?, the red hair asked, feigning deep concerns. For Camille's face to squeeze in a frown , she ran her fingers through her hair in anger.

There he goes again with the title. "Am a fucking commander of the elite special force " she roared frustratedly.

" No my Lady , you are not a commander, but the first daughter of the Duke and the late Duchess of the south ". came the words from the one with droopy eyes

Camille's mouth hung open in disbelief, " are you fucking kidding me?, my mother is very much alive in New york".

" No my Lady, Noland has been conquered by Prince Arthur the son of the late king and he's being wanted by the recent king his uncle, or perhaps the long journey has weakened your brains ? replied the big nose in a sarcastic manner.

Damn ! What the hell is this man saying , King ! ,Prince ! there's no such thing in New York City, am I stuck in the middle of nowhere? , she thought and sighed in defeat , oblivious of the reality she's in.

Mimicking her voice when she said she was a commander , the man with a big nose asked her " my Lady do you perhaps need a physician to check your brain? his cackle was like a laughter from hell for the one with a droopy eye to laugh skeletally. This creepy guy needs to be taught a bitter lesson not to mess with a commander, she thought .

Camille smiled warily " are you suggesting I need a doctor ? Oh yes ! I do need one, she replied after some minutes.

" Are you injured my Lady? " the red haired man asked , scanning her from head to toe , to check whether she sustained any injury along their journey, because he remembered forking enough hay on the carriage to enable her to sleep comfortably, and equally rode slowly in order not to injure her..

" Yes , I was shot ... She trailed off when she noticed there wasn't any wound ,blood stain nor scar of a treated wound on her chest, if actually they treated her.

Realization hit her hard ! she was shot while saving a civilian.

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. Camille was a skilled doctor of the elite special force, she follows them on every mission they go to , and treats any injured soldier. But she was nearly shot on one of the missions they went to , since then she joined them in training and workouts. She became qualified to join the team as a soldier and also a doctor.

She became the commander of the Elite special force in a space of two years and also earned merits and awards. after twelve successful missions.

Ben, her fiance, was coming back to the country after touring the world for six months as an archeologist. She was busy making preparations for his welcome, when her phone rang.

" Commander, gather your team and report to the base for an extraction mission in Afghanistan, immediately. Am I clear ? The voice of her captain rang out through the cell phone.

" yes Captain " , she said and saluted him . Camille couldn't be absent from the mission as a commander, she has to obey the direct order of her Captain.