This was certainly a new experience; Tommy had feared many things in his life, but the fear of being shot in the kneecaps was definitely a first. It was things like this that made him regret not carrying a firearm of some sort. As he slowly got down on his knees, he saw something; a shard of glass right in front of him. It looked really sharp too. At that moment, he knew what he had to do. She wouldn't have any idea what to do. He finished getting down to the floor and, with the fear of death in him, reached out to grab it with speed he had never before possessed. With his weapon in hand he quickly put it...

...at his own throat. "You need me alive...don't you?" he pushed the shard of glass closer to his skin, drawing blood "one wrong move, and I slit my throat. I think even the shock from getting shot would make me reflexively kill myself" he said as he got back up "I doubt whoever you work for will have much use for a corpse." She could never see it coming...because no one plans for crazy