Chapter 45: Smoking Guns Part 2
Blood rushed through Chris's body like burning kerosene.
"Andrea." He had to save her.
"Yo, fuckhead," she was glaring, furious. "You gonna help me?"
Chris squinted through the slits of his mask. With no HUD-bindi on his head, he had no telescopy or auto-focus, but he could tell that the body on the ground was Turtle's. Chris hadn't seen Trals knock her out, but of course that's just what the bloodthirsty barbarian would do. He wanted both women for himself.
And what if Turtle wasn't unconscious? What if she was dead? Human beings were fragile, after all.
The suit squeezed him and sent a mild shock through his limbs. Chris had to focus. "Let her go," he said.
"No," grunted Trals. "She is my hostage."
The suit kept his hand steady as Chris raised it, "I'll kill you if you don't give her back."
Trals frowned. "Do you not know what that word means? Hostage?"