“I see. So that’s his angle…”

Rosalia looked at Jackson’s face. Lost in thought, he lost contact with his surroundings. With a light tap on his shoulder, she got his attention. “What will you do?”

Jackson shook his head. “I don’t know yet, but our goal hasn’t changed. We still need to reach the engine room…”

The muscular man let out a howl as he flexed his muscles. “Leave it to me!”

Clang!

On his way out the door, once again he bumped his head on the horizontal post.

Jackson and Rosalia looked at one another and sighed. From that brief interaction, they understood each other’s thoughts. They both wondered if they’ll be alright with that guy leading them.

“By the way, I haven’t told you my name yet…”

The burly man smiled at them right before flexing the muscles in his hands. Jackson could swear he heard his pecs making a noise.

Already in the women’s area, Rosalia kept close to Jackson with her guard up. They may have paid that man, but there was no way she could trust him.

Jackson nod