"Harry, call the doctor to treat her wounds. I want to interrogate this woman thoroughly!"
A cold light flashed in Dean's eyes.
This disgusting organization was too presumptuous! Crucially, the twisted ideas and intelligence revealed by the enemy made him uneasy. They had to be eliminated. Otherwise, he'd have to sleep with one eye open from now on.
Harry shrugged. "Alright, I'll keep an eye on her. But I'm curious, Dean, when did you manage to swipe my revolver and figure out this woman was trouble?"
"When you snatched my apple," Dean twirled the gun. "Besides, it's great. You've taken good care of it—the gun oil is smooth, it fires quickly, and it's pretty powerful. Overall, this revolver has character."
