Operation. That didn’t sound good. Especially when headed by guys in masks that called their boss ‘Master.’ And there was that word again. Master. “Who is he then? Your Master?” she questioned, before ducking suddenly and covering her head when she heard the potential weapons clatter to the ground. Her eyes did flicker to his outstretched hand, staring at it as she contemplated his words. That maybe, just maybe he was telling the truth and they had no reason to harm her. But she really had no way to tell, and no way to protect herself if things went wrong. Hannah shook her head.
“Look,” she started, grabbing a large, metal spoon from the pile as she straightened. Hannah doubted it would do much good, but she needed to have something. Anything really, to at least give herself the illusion that she had a way to protect herself. “If it’s money you want, then take it. It’s yours. I’ll give you the combination to my vault and everything.” She had no idea if he was listening to her or not though, Hannah was too busy trying to figure out if she could make it to the next room, or even better, out the door. The more distance she could put between him and her the better. “Just . . . ” But she didn’t finish, instead chucking the spoon at him as hard as she could and then making a sprint towards the door.