M. J. SKYWALKER MEMORIAL MEDICAL CENTER, LAUNDRY ROOM
Tandra's heart was vibrating in her chest. She wasn't sure if this man was being "on the level" about his boss or not. Maybe he'd hold her for ransom; maybe he'd have his way with her and then kill her. Maybe he was lying. However, if she didn't cooperate, he might kill the security guards.
"As long as you take Quaver as well as me," Tandra smiled, "you have a deal."
The boy was holding onto his stomach and groaning as if he might vomit at any second. However, he had enough strength and courage to look the armed man straight in the eye. "I'll come," he said, "if you keep your word not to harm her. I'll help you, too. I know you're evil, and so am I. Tandra's not. She just talks to the dead, but I'm a criminal arsonist and pyromaniac. I'm VERY good with fire." He gave his attacker a chilling smile. "Take us both, or kill us both."