Alex sneered at Kujaku, his sharp and inhumane teeth poking past his lips.
"Get your goons off me, or lose them, Kujaku. I didn't call you to restrain me, but to help me into the country."
The woman laughed contemptuously at him.
"And you think killing a customs agent is the way to sneak in unnoticed? Get real. You are acting like a hormonal teenager. Get a grip of yourself."
Alex growled at her words.
"He was threatening Kary with a gun. Was I just supposed to let him shoot her?"
Kujaku looked at Kary, her eyebrow cocking upward.
"Did you ever feel threatened?" she asked Kary.
"Not really. I could have melted that gun in his hand twenty times over. I was trying to stay diplomatic."
Kujaku nodded at the answer, turning her gaze back to Alexander.
"See? No threats. From what I gather, you overreacted, as you often do. Now, chill the fuck out, or I'm leaving, and you can try sneaking in on your own."
