"You're right—pregnant in the stomach, not the legs or hands," she smirked, tying her hair into a bun.
Taking a deep breath, she glanced at Davis worriedly. "Will you be okay?" she asked, helping him hurriedly remove his suit, leaving him in just his shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
With sharp precision, they raced through the hall, avoiding obstacles in their path.
Behind them, the guards had reached the corridor, their shouts echoing after them. A gunshot rang out, bouncing off the walls and sending a sharp tremor down Jessica's spine.
"They're armed," Davis murmured grimly.
"What do you think?" Jessica panted, unable to deny that her energy had faded slightly. She blamed the pregnancy—though right now, it felt more like a hindrance than a blessing.
After covering half the hallway, her eyes caught sight of a control panel on the wall. She halted in her tracks, prompting Davis to stop.
