"Jesus. Calm down. They're gone now, and you are going home," Nick said, making a bad attempt at calming me down. I opened the car door to get some air in while I leaned my head between my knees to try to stop the hyperventilating.
"Uh," I heard Nick say, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. He tried giving me an awkward pat on the back, but I slapped his hand away. He sighed and pulled out his phone. I don't know who he called, but it was one of ours, that much I could decipher from the little I managed to hear from the conversation.
"....targets are taken care of...the Illuminados....she's fine...just a bit upset". Yeah, that was the understatement of the year. As I finally managed to calm my breathing, I leaned back in the seat, feeling Nicks eyes on me as he finished his call.
