The End of the First Round (2)

'How could you let him throw us like that?!' Silvercloud's scream echoed.

Isaac grabbed the two pistols, and slipped them into their holsters. He didn't reply to the pistols shouting. After snatching the sniper rifle from the bed, he strapped it on his back, and accidentally grazed his bulging pocket.

A frown appeared on his forehead as he patted his pocket. There was something unfamiliar there. As he reached into the pocket, he pulled out a mask. It was Simo's white mask!

''Why do I have this?''

The fabric was made of cold-reducing wool. While donning it, it would keep the body warm. It was wholly made of white wool, and there were two eyeholes. It wasn't as cool as Isaac's previous white mask. However, it was scary.

Isaac moved the mask over his head, and slowly slipped his head inside. As he aligned it with his face, his two beautiful silvery eyes peered through the white mask.