Jill moved her furious gaze from the fallen mercenary at the question. For a moment she blinked at the kneeling man, anger clouding her brain and eyes. Then slowly it faded enough for her to register what he had said. ”Yes, they’re safe. I have no idea why anyone would want them, but they are safe.” She crossed her arms and continued to glare at the man on the ground.
”Neither have I,” he said, meeting her eyes. ”We were all in it for the rewards…” He tried to leer at her, but it was obvious that he was in pain, and the leer became a grimace instead.
He struggled a second to try and get up, but the firm hand at his shoulder prevented this, making the mercenary lie down again, wheezing. ”Are you going to kill me for simply doing my job?” he asked, challenge clear in his voice and face as he looked up at the man holding the knife.