"Who are you? Get away from me," Eric pulled Nessa's body out of the way where the guard shined their flash light at. Nessa's trying to get away from Eric's grab as he covered her mouth with his tactical gloves.
"It's me, Eric, you better be quiet and listen. If we made a mistake here, we'll die together," Eric whispered through the soft balaclava fabric that he wore, straight to Nessa's ear. Lisa was not in this building, but she perhaps had a swat team coming after her. Nessa? She might be alone now, if not for Eric intervention.
Nessa nodded at Eric, and all she saw was something that she only saw in Call Of Duty, an operator dressed in tactical jacket while wearing plate carrier while having a quad night-vision goggles on his head. Of course, there was also the black balaclava that covered his entire face. Suddenly, a feeling of relief moves to her heart.
