"Maybe not today, but other days people have died." Travis wondered if it was worth taking a peek outside. "I don't care if you are Interpol, you do not kill people just to get at me. Good guys like you claim to be should be killing terrorists, not whoever you have to in order for me to come out of hiding." He chose not to take the chance and kept himself hidden. "As a matter of fact, I don't think I want to woek for people like that. And I know damn well that I don't want to work for people who would lie to me." He paused, wondering what their reaction might be.

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"They've stopped." Nancy saw that her targets were sitting ducks right now, and wondered just what they were up to. "We'll bag them on the way out." Again she check her sniper rifle, with a heavy heart. She doubted they would listen to her. Still, if Interpol would not pay any attention to her then eliminating them would be for the greater good. Nancy knew she would have some nightmares about it however.

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Travis figured they were growing desperate right about now and called back. "Okay retards, head for my room in the hotel, it's room 212. Get going before you f**ks kill anyone else." Before Interpol could reply he hung up.