"Lyon? Lyon?!" The trembling girl, crying her eyes out, crawled up from behind the couch, and the room was in complete disarray, a sniper rifle's distinct red beam sweeping back and forth.
Huddled in a corner with a silencer-equipped pistol, Lyon took a breath and gestured for Matilda to come over, still clutching the jade plant in his arms, unwilling to let it go. Matilda crawled from under the window and huddled in Lyon's embrace, shivering. Lyon comforted her by patting her body as they moved into the kitchen together.
Straining, Lyon moved the refrigerator out to the living room and started doing things Matilda couldn't understand.
"What do we do now?" Matilda asked anxiously, hiding in the corner.
"Don't worry, I'll handle it," Lyon replied as calmly as always, then flipped over the table and fired at the ventilation fan, finally swinging an axe into the wall. One, two, three swings—debris flying everywhere—he eventually chopped a large hole in the ventilation duct.