"And you are a spoiled little brat that thinks that everything goes on her terms. I wanted to leave five minutes ago. We run on my time, not yours, little girl."
Terry pulled his mask over his face, glowering at her. They hadn't even left the cave yet, and she was already starting to piss him off.
"Let's go. We've got a lot of work ahead of us."
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