THUD!
Silo and Derek blinked blankly as they stared at Lola, who had just taken down another person who crossed their path. To make it even more shocking, Amala had covered for her—even while two men were dragging her.
The duo—Derek and Silo—were more or less just Amala's feet at this point.
Lola wiped her cheek with the back of her hand before pressing the button to drop the magazine and reload. They had gotten out of one facility, only to end up in another because of the people in the open yard.
Now, she had to deal with almost the same number of enemies.
I don't have a lot of ammunition left, she thought, having already looted the others.
Looking back at them, Lola tossed the handgun in her hand. Derek caught it on instinct.
"That's the last," she said, and Derek quickly passed the handgun to Amala.
"What does that mean, Lola?" Silo asked, only to see Lola unsheathing the sword slung across her back.
