Duh, she's not stupid

Surrounded by monsters and with a gun pointed to my face, the smartest thing to do was to slowly stand up with my arms raised in surrender. The Undersiders weren't known for collateral damage, but they were still armed criminals. I was literally naked with only my purse hanging off my shoulder.

Tattletale's smile twisted into a smirk and she grabbed me by the shoulder, shoving me towards one of the monstrous hounds. The sound of heavy metal on concrete drew both our eyes to Armsmaster, who stood fifteen feet away in full power armor, his halberd crackling with energy. I felt the hard edge of the gun barrel pressed against the back of my skull, and Tattletales grip on my shoulder tightened.

"Lets call today a draw, Halbeard. Wouldn't look good if you were responsible for the new Ward Director having her brains splattered all over the park, would it?" she asked. There was a trembling tone in her voice, and I could feel the gun shaking in her hand as she said it.

Armsmaster seemed to pick up on this, "You're not a killer, Tattletale. Don't do anything you'll regret."

She **** a laugh and said, "Too late for that I'm afraid. Just back off, let us go, and we'll drop off the dear director a few blocks away."

I looked at Armsmaster, his stance rigid and unreadable. Then my eyes flicked to Dean, kneeling on the concrete with an expression torn between watching me and glaring at Tattletale. Our eyes met and I carefully shook my head no.

His hands curled into fist, but he smartly stayed down. Without his armor he wasn't going to be of much help in a fight. The silence from Armsmaster seemed to give Tattletale the okay. She **** me to clamber up onto the dog and sit awkwardly on its gnarled hide, never taking her gun away from me. Then she climbed up behind me and put the gun against my head again.

Her arm wrapped around my waist and she stiffened in what seemed to be surprise, before tightening her grip.

"Get us out of here, Bitch!" she yelled, at Hellhound specifically. I wasn't sure if that was a nickname for the villain or if Tattletale was feeling even snarkier than usual.

Regardless, the villainess let out a high whistle and the four dogs took off down the street, with me as an unwilling passenger.