Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream
"At least she’s occupied."
Joanna tapped her earpiece, breaking her gaze from the messy buffet on the floor. "Jake, the coast is clear. Bring the Beast up to the house."
"Copy that, boss. On our way," Jake's voice crackled back.
Turning her attention to Leo, Joanna let out a heavy sigh. He was wearing the shirt she had just given him yesterday. Unfortunately, it was torn to shreds from the struggle, looking like a collection of rags barely hanging onto his shoulders. Exasperated, Joanna unzipped her duffle bag as a cover, yanked out a fresh shirt from her storage space, and threw it right at his head.