"My sentiments are the same," Penelope sighed.
"I'll take my food to the bedroom. I am still a human that can die from decapitation and bullets," Agnes commented. She picked up her plate and was about to leave when the people crowded inside the room.
"Hands up," one of the agents said.
"Sorry, I have food in my hands," Agnes commented with a shrug. "And I am pretty sure you are not here to see me." She walked past them and they allowed it simply because they were stunned. With assault rifles in their hands, any normal person would be cowering, but the people in the house seemed unaffected.
One look at the young woman with a plate of food in her hands and they knew it was not her. The woman was too young and thin to fit Three's description.
Now that they looked around, there were three women and one man in the room. Two women looked like teenagers and another was too striking to the eyes. None of them matched the description Three gave.
