"We still have time. Let's talk," Paige Summers said, twirling the Crossbow in her hands as she faced Samuel Hughes, who was tied to a chair. Her words broke the silence in the broadcast room.
Erin Quinn had already taken her place, laying the Short Sword across the man's neck. Paige wasn't worried that Erin couldn't follow through; one look at her stance told Paige the girl was definitely used to bloodshed. Samuel Hughes, an experienced judge of character, was naturally aware of this as well, so he didn't make any rash moves.
Howard Everett, on the other hand, shot her a glare, the meaning clear: 'Don't say anything reckless!'
Paige Summers suppressed the urge to stick her tongue out. 'Sorry, but I'm not your subordinate. As long as I don't compromise the mission, what I do is none of your business!'
She focused only on Samuel Hughes. He looked back at her thoughtfully and said, "I'm afraid I don't have much of a choice, do I..."
