"You won't shoot." My voice bounced around the long hallway, reaching Anderson on the other side. Even I was surprised by the raw anger lacing my voice.

Anderson shifted on her feet and continued to point the gun toward us. "Release Agent Conway."

I laughed, but it was a hollow sound. "You fire that gun, I put a bullet through your friend's temple."

Neither of us moved. Neither of us made a sound. The hall was dead silent.

"I trusted you," she finally said. Her eyes lowered to the ground.

I faltered. She....she trusted me? I shrugged. "Well, that was a mistake on your part."

Conway struggled in my grip. I wrapped an arm around his neck and squeezed. "We're going to walk out this door, and no one is going to stop us."

Conway clawed at my arm, as if I was choking him. I loosened my grip slightly, but pressed the gun into his temple. He winced.

Anderson lowered her gun. "Fine. Leave."

I pushed out the back door into the sunlight and turned to Jay. "Where's your car, Jay?"

He pointed toward a parking garage, and I nodded. We entered the stairwell and ran up several flights of stairs, our footsteps echoing in the hollow passage. But suddenly, I stopped. Conway tried one more time to break free, but I tightened my grip around his neck. "Let's take care of Conway."

Conway's eyes widened. "Come on, Nick. Don't hurt me." I released him and he tried to run, only to be stopped by Jay. He backed up until he hit the cement wall, then watched the two of us.

I lifted the gun and aimed it toward his head. "I'm afraid this is your last rodeo, cowboy." The agent looked around frantically.

Suddenly, there was a commotion below. Shoot. The FBI. If I shot now, they would hear the noise and be on top of us.

I huffed. "I guess this won't be quick and painless." I pinned him to the wall and gripped his waist, while Jay grabbed his feet. "Blame the FBI," I growled.

We carried him from the stairwell into the actual garage. Conway squirmed in our grip and tried to kick, but Jay held his legs.

"Help!" the agent yelled.

We struggled over to the side of the garage, where the busy street could be seen several floors below. Conway panicked, and I chuckled. It had been too long since I had gotten to sense the fear, pure fear radiating off a victim.

I held him over the edge, and his hair was ruffled by the passing wind. He grunted and struggled to get free, but we were too strong.

Jay threw Conway's feet over the edge, and I released his torso. The agent gripped the edge of the concrete by his fingertips. His fingers were white with the effort it took to hold himself up.

I laughed. "There's something funny about evolution." Conway looked up at me and snarled, trying to pull himself back over the edge. "Only the strongest survive," I whispered.

I pride one hand off the ledge. Conway's eyes widened. "Nick, please."

"Please what? Peel your other hand off so you can fall to your death? Certainly!" I leaned forward and touched his right hand.

Conway looked below him at the rushing cars, and instantly began kicking, trying to get a foothold in the concrete wall. "HELP! SOMEONE, HELP! I'M GOING TO DIE!" he shouted. His voice was lost over the sound of traffic below.

"Jeez, keep it down," I said. "You wouldn't want to scare me. Then I'd accidentally jump and knock your hand off."

I laughed hollowly. "Oops! Too late." I stomped on Conway's hand, and he went tumbling to his death.