"From the Ministry, sent to protect me from whatever the fuck you got goin' on," Slate said, letting his arm fall back on the bed but still holding the gun.
"Yeah….about that," Travis sat down on the edge of the bed, careful to not disturb the sleeping woman in Slate's arms. "They're trying to take New York."
"New York?" Slate repeated, raising an eyebrow at the idea.
"It's…complicated," Travis admitted, the gestured to Alex. "You should wake her up for this"
"Hey," the younger brother said, gently nudging her with the hand without the gun."Wake up."