GEMMA
The time had come.
It was already shut down when everyone was down and ready. I was wearing combat leathers and fighting gloves, along with dark boots. Everyone was wearing something similar to their taste.
A few of the bounty hunters used weapons. They cleaned their blades or tested the strings of their bows, or flexed their nun chucks or spiked clubs. They looked like a band of troublemakers.
I couldn't help but smile. We were about to get into trouble. We were ready to infiltrate the Obsidian Wolves' underground hideout once again and rescue Nate.
It almost felt like a swap. He had saved me from that place and now again, it was my turn to save him. We reviewed the plan in detail one last time. The bounty hunters moved with practiced efficiency, their faces set with determinat
