Misdirection [IV]

It was early afternoon.

The sun was hanging high in the clear blue sky, casting long shadows on the streets.

Today marked the sixth day of our mission.

I was sitting on a weathered roadside bench beside the church.

Yes, the same church I visited that day. But today, I had no intention of stepping inside — not yet, at least.

Instead, I was watching some children play silly games on the street in front of me.

There were six of them, four boys and two girls.

They looked to be around eight to nine years old.

Since this was the inner city, where only the wealthy and influential people lived, the clothes these children wore seemed far better than those worn by kids in the slums.

But make no mistake, even here they weren't exactly draped in silk or gilded ornaments.

Compared to what noble kids wear in the Western Safe-Zone, their attires were still modest.