"I don't know what you are planning, but you won't get away with it" snarled Tim.
"I just told you that I don't plan on trying to get away with it, I just plan on not paying too high a price. Here is the menu of choices. I blow away one kneecap and put you on crutches for the rest of your life. I blow away both knees and your future is a wheel chair. In addition to crutches or a wheel chair I could also blow away an elbow and make that arm useless for the rest of your life. I'll naturally pick the right one if you're right handed or the left if you are a southpaw. Are we clear on this? I don't want you dead, but I would love to have you spend the rest of your life wishing you were. So, do what you are told and survive or give me a ration of s**t and don't - your choice."
Alana had tears
