The Hunter’s Gonna Lay Low

Amid the crackling static, screams intermingled, and Honeybee's complexion changed. Uijae sprung up from his seat. The chair he had been sitting in toppled over, but no one cared. He approached the door and grabbed Honeybee's arm.

"We're going there now. Take me with you!"

"What...?"

Honeybee's eyes widened in surprise, but that only lasted a moment. She nodded decisively and pulled Uijae close by wrapping her arm around his neck.

"Did everyone hear that? I'm taking this guy with me."

"What? But he's still detained...!"

"People are dying, and you think that matters? He's fine. I'll take responsibility! Let's go! Are you not moving? Want to get hit with a radio?"

"Attacking a public servant is an obstruction of justice!"

"So I'm keeping my distance! If the director asks, just say I threatened you!"

Honeybee threatened the blocking hunters with the radio and made way. Uijae, unsure if he was being embraced or locked in a headlock, was meekly dragged along. Although he was the one detained, he somehow felt like a hostage in a hostage situation.

"Ooof!"

"Be careful!"

As he was being dragged, Uijae thought, This person...

'Does she have a history of extortion?'

Honeybee skillfully maneuvered through the corridor crowded with hunters and headed towards the emergency stairs. From her threatening demeanor to her pathfinding to the nearest exit, it was clear this wasn’t her first rodeo. Uijae quietly marveled.

'I'll have to ask her about this later.'

And learn from it. Thud, the emergency stair door slammed shut behind them. She leaned against the swinging door, releasing her hold on Uijae's neck. Suspicious eyes scanned him up and down.

"Funny asking this after dragging you all the way here... But are you really in your right mind?"

"I am."

Uijae rubbed his sore neck.