Her wrist and shoulder were both restrained.
Glenn Hutchinson stood to her right, gripping her wrist, while Perry Reed stood to her left, holding her shoulder.
The two men were equal in force, but mindful of their strength, they didn't hurt her.
Gritting her teeth, Flossie Wright was both amused and annoyed. Helplessly, she asked, "Do you plan on letting me get drenched in the rain all night?"
In the early spring, the temperature was already low, the rain was cold, and at this moment, Flossie Wright had a cold and fever. She had been drenched in the rain for over half an hour, her hands and feet icy cold to the bone. Being pulled by the two of them, she was numb to the feeling.
But—
Was this interesting?
In this heavy rain, a captain of the special forces and a legendary mercenary leader, were they playing around with her here?
