Even Thoughts Hurt

For once, Susan was looking forward to the mission. Not that she wanted to be among all those plotting, stressed-out minds. A break from the new guy’s plotting was what she needed at the moment. However, someone was stopping her with his thoughts. She raised her hand. Roger pulled the car over to the curb, stopping when he saw Susan’s hand go up. ＂Where?＂ Tex asked as he looked around. ＂There, the photoshop. A man, armed, holding them up,＂ Susan said. What crazy shit was this? Jarvis thought they were all insane. Tex took over once more. Loosening his gun, he opened his car door. ＂Roger, take Miss Whiting, York, and the SS guy to safety. I’ll call it in and remain here. Now go,＂ Tex said, stepping back and shutting the door.