"Know her? She knows the traitor?! She must be another one of them! We have to take care of her just like this one!"
The same man from before, apparently having not fully understood his lesson in humility, immediately piped up. It seemed he was eager to prove himself in the eyes of the 'better leaders' but he was stupid enough to think that he could do that by opening his big mouth once more.
He strode over to Ava confidently, his lips twisted in a wide smile as he was confident that he had finally made the right move. His hand reached out to grab Ava, but he stopped quickly when his head touched against the cold steel of a gun barrel.
He let out a soft whimper, looking up at the golden gun pressed against his forehead, and then down at the cold, expressionless face of Xander.
"Let's hear what the girl has to say first, shall we?"
