Hera kicked the door open with the thought of engaging in a fight. However, the second she saw what was inside, she squinted her eyes.
"You guys are alright," she blurted out, brows raising in equal surprise and relief. "Wow."
"Wow?" Wolf frowned. "That, wow, sounds like you were expecting us dead."
"Nope." Hera cleared her throat, moving her eyes to the people in the lobby. She studied the two men standing with their hands up, and then at the young man, who was slowly standing up from the wing chair.
"Who… is the little runt?" Hera studied the young man from head to toe before casting Wolf a look. "He looks expensive."
"He's the owner of the chopper you shot just now." Ram smiled from ear to ear until his eyes merely looked like slits. "And he claims to be your cousin, and that he came to extend his help."
"Help?" Hera let out a chuckle, marching inside. As she did so, she cocked her rifle while keeping her eyes on the young man.
