Leading them inside, Hannah found herself and her companions facing seven or eight guns.

Wilfred, cigar in mouth, sat back in the study chair, applauding slowly.

“Miss Moore, you’re quite the fighter.

It’s a shame you don’t work for me.”

He was watching a video on his iPad of Hannah’s earlier confrontation.

“Put down your gun, and let’s talk.”

Surveying the room calmly, Hannah responded, “With all these guns pointed at me, do you think I’d just surrender mine?”

..

Library

Wilfred signaled his men to lower their weapons.

“I was sure you’d return.

The hospital is no place for the kind of discussions we need to have.

Now that you’re here, we can negotiate terms.”

chuckled when Hannah

“Relax, take a seat.

Let anything happen

thanks,” Hannah replied

my

you out

your respect?” Wilfred challenged, lighting

whether you’re with

offer you

your breath on

only discovered he’s your father

there possibly be

arms opened wide, his eyes sparkling with

and I know you’re after

the best option

Hannah’s sneer was icy.

word has no place between

suggest you

will never lead the

for you to

drag from his cigar, exhaling

a whoosh, his companions raised

are valuable to me, but if they aren’t with me,

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