"What are you doing?!" one of the men near the granny gasped, wide-eyed. He darted his eyes between their group and the small group that had just switched sides.
"Just mere words and you're pointing those weapons at us?!" he shouted angrily. "Are you out of your mind?!"
One of the men who was now pointing his rifle at their comrades grimaced. "I apologize, but I believe him. Madam, you are in the way."
"My husband is still in that mansion," another one breathed out. "Madam, the Order has taught us to listen to orders, but at the same time, not mindlessly. And I cannot just allow fate to decide tonight. Walter needs me."
The rest were quiet, but their silence spoke volumes.
"You—" the other man, who was just as horrified at how their comrades had jumped ship, stopped when the one beside him suddenly pressed his gun from Atlas to his side.
Slowly, the man looked back, only to see his comrade change his mind.
