Or rather, she tried to. Talia lunged forward with lightning speed, her fingers tightly clamping down on the red head's mouth.
The girl struggled uselessly against the iron grip, her feet thrashing on the ground and her arms flailing at Talia's face.
Talia's eyes widened.
" This damn lunatic!"
Shebincresed her grip, grabbing the girl's offending hand. Talia drove her knee into the girl's abdomen.
Pale rays of light slowly filtered through the canopy above, illuminating them.
"Are you trying to get us killed?" Talia hissed furiously, piercing the girl with an icy glare. Her brown eyes gleamed murderously with silent fury.
The girl's eyes widened, darting to the pistols holstered on Talia's body suit, then she frantically shook her head.
"I'm going to let you go now, if you try anything funny," she leaned down and whispered into the girl's ear, her voice taking on a darker edge.
"It's your funeral."
