Challenge #02068-E244: Wrong Kind of Rescue — Steemit
When Laise was done screaming, and Thor had put down his guns, she recovered enough breath and wits to yell, “Thor, what the actual fuck?”
“You said you needed a rescue.”
Laise checked her phone. Only one of her messages had got through thanks to the shitty, shitty local internet. “Damn it…” She took another calming breath. “We’re lucky I always get the top floor, Thor.”
“These were the blanks,” Thor offered, slapping the grey-taped magazine. “I learn slow, ja? But I am learning.”