Kyra
The plane landed, jolting me awake. I looked over at Hanna, and she was jolted too.
“How the hell did we fall asleep?” she asked.
“Adrenaline crash?”
She nodded. “Yeah, that will do it. I’ll go check on our idiots.”
“You might want to change your shirt. You have blood, just here,” I said, pointing at my own shoulder.
“Well, you do too. I think your wound is seeping,” she said, pointing at my side, and I looked down. Sure enough, there was blood.
I followed her to the back, she cautiously opened the door and when she saw the men still passed out, she confidently walked through.
“D*mn their faces are f*cked up. Good job Kyra.”
I looked at them and winced. Both had huge lumps on their foreheads and the side of their faces.
“They look like the elephant man,” I said.
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