Victoria couldn't help but be surprised.
The man's equipment was top-notch, his pose standard; it was clear he was regularly trained, not a rogue.
Seeing his gun aimed at her, far from leaving Hank Clegg, Victoria held him even tighter.
"What, what are you going to do?" she clung to Hank Clegg, "Don't, don't come any closer, I...I'm not afraid of you!"
"Step away from him, or I will shoot immediately." The man's voice was devoid of any emotion. The cold metallic pressure from the gun mixed with his detached demeanor made the situation feel extremely dangerous.
Victoria trembled involuntarily, however, with conviction, she decided to stand by Hank Clegg.
He was unconscious, how could she possibly leave him?
This man, with an unclear identity and unknown intentions, even if he were to aim a rocket launcher at her, she would absolutely not leave.
She had to guard him, even if it cost her life.
