Her voice suddenly turned cold, her gaze sharp as a knife as it swept over the manhole and anyone who might be eavesdropping. "But if I find anyone double-crossing me or harboring ill intentions… I'll make them regret they were ever born!"
The thin man stared intently at Josie Quinn, as if trying to judge the truth of her words.
The people below were on the verge of losing their patience. The groans of hunger and desperate pleas grew louder.
Finally, as if all his strength had been drained, he bent down, carefully picked up the bag of potatoes, and said hoarsely, "…We need time to consider what you've said."
"Fine," Josie Quinn agreed readily, but then applied some pressure. "I'll give you half a day. We need to search for other survivors, so we won't wait around here for long."
"Alright."
Josie Quinn said no more. With a gesture, she led her team members and Jude Sheffield back to the open area where they had been resting.
