Flynn laughed as she called herself an old hag. "What does that make me?" He chuckled. Suddenly she used his full name. Which, in his experience, is never a very good thing. As she shifted to face him, he waited for her to yell at him for pulling her close to him. What she did next completely caught him off guard. She pushed him down and crawled up on top of him. She grabbed his face and lightly kissed him. She rolled off of him and back onto her side and looked at him. Still on his back, he heard her say that she liked him. Flynn looked up at the ceiling and smiled.

He shifted to his side and looked at her smiling face. "You know what Alyson?" Fly said smiling slightly. "You get on top of me. You kiss me. Then you tell me you like me. Just like that right? First I try and capture you. Then you lock me up. Which I could have gotten out of at any time, mind you. Now we're on the run from the guy that originally hired me to get you." Then he took one of her arms and pinned it down against the bed. He straddled her small frame. He grabbed her other arm and pushed in on the bed, putting her on her back and playfully pinned her other arm down. He looked down at her and slyly smiled. "I think you're a little bit of okay." She struggled playfully. "Alright alright. I like you too." He leaned down and kissed her slightly. He sat back up, but kept her hands pinned to the bed. "I think I should hold you here just to show you that you got lucky when you knocked me out last time." He smiled slyly. 

The greasy haired man picked up and old radio hand set and punched some numbers in. A voice from the other end chimed in. "Hello?" The greasy haired man spoke. "David, this is your benefactor. As usual, do not speak, just listen. Within a few hours I will have their location. I will send you their coordinates. The plan will stay the same. You either keep her alive for me, or you kill her. Then I transfer you the credits. As for the bounty hunter, I would prefer him captured and held for me, but it matters not to me if he is alive or dead." With that the greasy-haired man cut the transmission.