Not long after, Mint, Penny, and the Bennet brothers found themselves standing around a bed where an old woman lay "sleeping."
"Wake her up," Mint muttered coldly, her eyes locked on the woman cuffed to the bed. "This woman needs to start talking faster than I can figure out how to make her talk."
"I can't," Penny huffed, crossing her arms. "She's sedated. My men needed to stitch her up."
Her remark earned her a variety of looks.
"What?" she snapped. "I have to keep her alive."
"Keep her alive just to use her as a hostage?" Atlas asked, his tone flat.
Penny rolled her eyes. "Got any better suggestions?" she shot back sarcastically. "We all know she wouldn't stay put just because I asked her nicely."
"How'd you even find her?" Slater asked, more curious than anything. "Didn't you say it'd take time since you were having trouble tracking her down?"
Penny tilted her head, but before she could answer, Hugo cut in.
