"Need a hand… or two?"
Hella stared at her arms as she said those words.
She was clenching tight a grenade while the puppets of Jonah Lake blocked my path to and away from the mansion that he lived in.
A chuckle left me when I saw the woman. We had both ascertained that neither of us was affected by the old man's skill. Well, she hadn't ascertained it with me, but if a whole fucking town going after one person was not evidence enough then nothing would be.
"You going to throw that thing?" I asked as the puppets all around started slowly making their way toward me.
"I can't, it's a dud."
Hella tossed the grenade in her hands, its pins already removed.
I was worried for a second there that she might be hesitating since everyone around were still people just under mind control, but it seemed I didn't have to worry about that right now.
"Just climb up here! I'll guide you out!"
