Hermes glanced at Julia, the gun aimed in her direction, and he turned to give the three men a hard look. "I don't even know who the fuck you are," he growled, "what I do know, is if you don't let my daughter the fuck go in the next thirty seconds, you're going to die in the next forty-five." Hermes was a trickster and an Olympian. These mere mortals didn't stand a chance.
Thomas wanted to rush forward and throw himself between Julia and the gun aimed at her, but he was fairly sure all that was going to do was get someone killed. Probably Julia. Instead he did what he could. He reached behind him to take Jamie's hand in his own.
Julia, for her part, froze when instructed to. She was oddly unafraid, however. For some reason she just knew Hermes would fix this. It wasn't the first gun she'd had aimed in her direction. Instead she raised an eyebrow at the man and added, "you should probably listen to him."