"Don't move!" A guard pointed his weapon at Reinhard, his hand shaking. "Keep your hands where we can see them!"
The fourteen weapons didn't move.
Neither did Reinhard.
He looked at the nearest guard, whose hand was still shaking. And he understood the standoff; they all knew about Yor's condition and saw her as a threat.
One that they might move to eliminate unless someone steps in. The question is, how long will it take till they arrive before one guard is pushed over the edge?
"She needs help," Reinhard said, holding Yor's limp body closer. "It's your job to provide it."
"It's not your call to make!" Another guard stepped forward, teeth clenched.
Reinhard's eyes narrowed as he quickly began mapping an escape in his mind.
