Jenkins
I jump from one shelf to another, trying to make as little noise as possible. I see several armed men walking between the aisles. They don’t notice my presence, and that’s something I use to my advantage. I managed to knock out a couple of them before returning to the place where I left Zeldric. He helps me down, and once again, his hands latch onto my ass unnecessarily.
“You can let go of my ass now,” I mutter, pulling away from his grip.
“How many have you seen?”
“There are three left. They have automatic weapons. They’re guarding the exit.”
“s**t. How are we going to get to them without getting riddled with bullets?”
“I’ll distract them, and you…” I glance at the gun strapped to his waist and sigh. “Try not to kill them.”
“I can’t promise anything.”
“Yeah, I figured you’
