Archer looked at Journee with hopeful eyes. But she looked right into his eyes, and he knew that she was again going to mock him. "Go? Who? I don't understand what you are talking abo…" Before Journee could complete her sentence, Archer grabbed her by her neck, twirled her and threw her at the wall. Archer immediately wrapped his other arm behind her back and made sure that her back did not hit the wall with force.
"Jo! Journee! Sergeant!" A lot of sounds floated in the air, and Archer saw many people running towards her, trying to save her, but she raised her palm, and with one gesture of hers, everything stopped. Archer knew why everyone stopped. She was very much capable of getting out of his grip, but he didn't want her to get out of his grip. She felt too good. He softly dug his fingers into her back. He felt her flinch a little, but she maintained her stoic aura.
