"I think we should let those FBI guys out," Debra said.
"Are you nuts?" Tim asked. "Those guys are dangerous."
"Exactly my point," she said. "If there's a guy coming here to kill, then wouldn't you want someone like that to stand in his way?"
"I suppose. But the guy is coming here to kill that Kendall guy. Not us."
"Yeah, but you heard that phone call. I don't think this guy will only keep his sights on Kendall. He might just kill all of us, just for the hell of it. I think ..." She stopped. "Where's Mikey?"
"Huh?" Tim looked around. Jon's little brother was gone.
"Folmer, you okay?" Agent Willis asked, kneeling down next to him.
Agent Folmer groaned and grunted, trying to sit up.
"No, stay there. I'll go get some help." He turned to leave, but Folmer stopped him.
"No. I'll be alright. Just go after him. Get to him before he gets to Kendall." He grunted again, putting pressure on his bleeding arm. "Go!"
Willis nodded, then sprinted out the door.
Kendall sat on the toilet seat. He was tired of just pacing around the small bathroom and decided to take a small break. He looked down at Morris. He was still fast asleep. He figured he'd be like that for a while longer. Too bad. He was kind of aching for some conversation. Just something to pass the time and break the non-ending silence.
Suddenly, the silence was broken. By the door, in fact.
Kendall jumped up off of the toilet and stood in front of the door, readying himself to pounce whoever it was and make his escape. He wasn't going to let this chance slip through his fingers.
Mikey looked over his shoulder at Tim and Debra. They were still arguing about what they should do. But Mikey agreed with Debra. The best way to fight fire was with more fire.
He walked down the hall and then stopped in front of the bathroom door. Then he opened it.
