Agent Keith Rachell leaned over Parrish with panic in his eyes. Blood smeared on the agent’s face ran from a gash over his left eye and down his cheek.
“Dr. Parrish! Are you all right? Can you hear me?”
Parrish blinked, thinking Anya’s beating must have ruined his vision, maybe even caused permanent damage to his eyes. Agent Rachell used something to wipe the sweaty, b****y mix from Parrish’s face, and suddenly he could see again.
“Are you all right, sir?”
Parrish responded clearly. “Agent Rachell, of course, I’m all right. Why would you say that?” Even Parrish was surprised that he still had a sense of humor.
Rachell laughed out loud. “You’re crazy, man.”
A voice cried out. “Shoot her in the head!” It was Jon.
Crouched beside Parrish, Agent Rachell turned, but Anya was already up.
