"I'll go."
I spun around in shock to see Sydney raising her hand lazily behind me.
"S—Sydney?" I stammered, completely caught off guard. The last thing I'd expected was for her to volunteer for what was essentially a suicide mission. "You can't be serious."
But looking at her face, I could see that she was absolutely serious.
The thing was, while I appreciated her willingness to help, I wasn't sure she was the right person for this job. What I really needed were people who knew the layout of Lexington Charter inside and out, people who could navigate the building's corridors and hidden passages without getting us all killed.
"And who are you supposed to be?" Scott asked, his tone dismissive as he looked Sydney up and down.
"I don't give my name to random assholes with the emotional maturity of dogs in heat," she retorted, barely bothering to glance in his direction as she delivered the insult.
The effect was immediate.
