Glory Girl snapped out of it. She had seen worse done to people in the bathrooms at high school: this was nothing, and she wasn't about to let it bother her.
Spitting on the floor, Glory Girl glared at him, "No, you're the one who needs to ask himself something. You need to ask yourself whether killing this girl, whoever she is, is really worth your death and the death of your friends here. Because I guarantee you that the first man to even touch their detonator is going to die of blood loss after I tear off his balls and leave him on the ground to bleed out, is that understood?" She ran her gaze over his henchmen again.
More of them showed fear this time, and one simply dropped his gun and detonator and ran out of the room. She simply smiled slightly. If one broke, the others were more likely to. "I've told you about the proverbial stick, no on with the carrot. Every man who right now drops his detonator weapons and walks out of this room has my personal promise that I will not pursue you or hunt you down for now."
This offer seemed very sweet, as another man ran as soon as she finished speaking. |