"Mark! Angel!"
Mark and Angel, still busy trying to survive, saw Penny jogging in their direction. Their faces twisted in dismay. Couldn't she see they were on a battlefield?
Yet, there she was, skipping through the middle of the war zone.
If not for Shawn, who was expertly covering her with the truck and his precise alertness, she would've been dead. But Penny didn't care about that.
"Damn—!" Angel hissed, quickly backing away, rifles firing as he moved toward Penny. Mark did the same, shifting his focus to any threat to Penny, while Shawn concentrated on the threat to their lives.
Once they reached her, they ran to the truck and pressed their backs against the side of the vehicle. Keeping Penny between them, Angel's shouts made her jolt.
"Penny, are you out of your mind!?" Angel scolded, glaring at her. "And are you drunk!?"
"Nope!" Penny's denial was quicker than a blink. "Shawn knocked me out."
