asionally ncing over, she observed Bryson effortlessly dispatching his foes.
These adversaries seemed inept, relying solely on their numbers.
After neutralizing thest assant on her side, Hannah’s attention wavered.
Spotting someone attempting to nk Bryson, she eximed, “Watch out!”
In an instant, she seized the nearby shopping cart and swung it toward Bryson’s assant!
The assant was sent airborne, producing a small bottle mid-flight and hurling it at Hannah!
Instinctively, she raised her arm to shield herself, yet the liquid within still sshed into her eyes!
Instantly, her vision blurred, and objects were reduced to mere outlines and halos!
Nheless, she maintained her
grip on the cart, sending the assant hurtling into the nearby freezer!
“Ahh!” The assant cried out in agony, copsing to the floor.
“Hannah! Are you alright?”
Having subdued all adversaries on his nk, Bryson approached Hannah, gently grasping her shoulder.
“They won’t be getting back up.
Are you feeling alright?”
Hannah shut her eyes tightly, concealing her impairment.
“I’m fine.
Go check on Grace and the others!”
“Alright.
” Bryson nodded.
“Take care.
I’ll return once I’ve found them.
”
“Okay.
”
Dotson, having dealt with his adversaries, approached Hannah.
“Boss! Are you okay? Is everything alright?”
“Everything’s fine.
” Hannah’s eyes fluttered open, seeking out Dotson’s direction.
Only a faint halo remained where Dotson stood, his outline nowpletely obscured from Hannah’s sight.
Struggling to maintainposure, she gripped the shopping cart with one hand, endeavoring to conceal her unease.
“Keep a close eye on these people.
Don’t let them get up again.
”
Dotson, preupied with her safety, failed to notice anything amiss.
“Don’t worry, boss.
I’ve got your back!”
About two minutester, Dotson whispered, “Boss, the police have arrived and Mr.
Mitchell has returned.
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Hannah opened her eyes; the figures before her were now mere halos.
“Are Grace and Maloney safe?”