Duke only laughed at the mockery. After all, he was usually the one to save the day. Then again, they never heard of those times when Rowan would go straight to killing everyone who showed the intention of hurting Duke. Even Rowan's blood did the trick. Moreover, Duke's loneliness and boredom were all cured by that poor yet magical guy he picked up from the trash alley one night.
Saved for the first time? Nah, they just hadn't been around him lately.
The doctor soon found the satellite phone on the floor, along the path he took to corner George. However, it caved in as if the chains slapped it at one point. He just picked it up and kept it on his person. "How about the guards of… whatever this is?"
"This is just a trailer van. No need to worry about how far we are from the city." She took out a gun from between her big breasts. "Here. Protect yourself. You're still trippy from the drug I gave you. I can also see the hole I poke on your neck."
