Holly tightens her grip around her boss' arm.

"Joseph Yashinobo Takagi"

Hans declared, keeping his calm. And tone ominous. Weaving slowly through the crowds as he listed off Takagi's entire background. His henchmen loyally by his side. Examining the anxious faces that surrounded him.

"Vice Chairman of the Nakatomi Investment Group.."

"Enough!"

A voice from behind him piped up. The power he had hoped for behind his words falling flat. Hans smirked, turning around at the same pace, expression fairly eager.

"And father..of five"

"I'm Mr. Takagi"

The older Japanese man affirmed. He could feel his boldness slipping in the face of the intimidating German. Hans grinned slightly.

"How do you do? It's a pleasure to meet you"

With that, Takagi is whisked away by Karl. Gathering, once again, in the cramped service elevator, the group make their way towards Takagi's office. Riding on the sliver of hope, that he held the code that could disable at least one of the safeguards on the computer. Hans marveled at the scaled models placed in orderly fashion. Coming upon the grand layout for a bridge.

"I always enjoyed to make models when I was a boy"

Their hostage kept silent. This was until hearing the German growl "Scheiße" under his breath. Feeling as though his insides were being stabbed. Karl looks on concerned, Takagi hesitantly inquires what's happening.

"You never mind"

Karl snapped. No one being the least bit cognizant of McClane's presence. Hans regains his composure, throwing his arm around the illustrious chairman and leading him into the office.

"And my associate has some questions for you. Sort've fill-in-the-blanks questions, actually"

The group were getting nowhere fast with Takagi, whilst Hans' already shortened fuse was reducing to a wick.

"I told you, I don't know...you're just going to have to kill me"

Beads of sweat dripping down his face as he heard Gruber cock his pistol.

"Okay"

In the blink of an eye, the poor man was shot dead. Only this time, McClane blew his cover.

"Was war das?!"

Gruber demanded. The tensity etched on his face. Once again he sends Karl and his brother to investigate. John holds up in a small office room. His breath hitched, The siblings reconvene in Takagi's office.

"Nothing"

They inform their leader, an obvious tone of irritation woven in-between. Gruber purses his lips momentarily, slamming his eyes shut as he felt the familiar pang of Braxton Hicks contractions. The brothers appeared empathetic towards Gruber's struggles. Though wisely, remained mum.

"See to Heinrich"

Whilst Hans was with Theo, discussing the difficulty of the 7th lock. The others had already completed wiring the rooftop. John walks, almost aimlessly, throughout the 32nd floor. Hoping to find an answer soon. He then spots the sprinkler head above him, eyes traveling over towards the red handle of the fire alarm, immediately releasing an alert to go off. The flashing, red lights had caught Eddie's attention.

"We've got a fire alarm"

He radio's to Hans. However, that was the least of the German's concerns at the moment, as he felt his abdominal muscles continue to contract and wane. Once again, through gritted teeth he responds.

"Call 911, give them the guard's name and cancel the alarm. Then disable the sy.. Eddie, what floor did that alarm go off?"

John's hope rebounded once spotting the fleet of police and fire squad. However, this soon vanished once he realized they were driving past the building. His heart sank.

"No! You stupid mother fu.."

Suddenly, hearing as though someone was closing in, he immediately shuts up. Tony, with sub-machine gun at the ready, carefully surveying the crude, somewhat desolate circumference of the still unfinished floor. The sound of a table saw immediately catches the German's attention. It is here McClane is lying in wait.

It was becoming quite obvious to the terrorist leader that his daughter's birth was imminent. Forcing his mind to overcome focusing on his body's cries of pain. He inhales and exhales deeply. Sitting on the edge of a table, as standing for too long was proving taxing.

"I..wanted this to be professional. Efficient, adult cooperation, not a lot to ask. Alas, Mr. Takagi didn't see it that way. So he won't be joining us for the rest of his life.."

Suddenly, the elevator that Fitz is guarding opens, inside revealing Tony's lifeless body. A Santa hat perched atop his head, and writing scrawled in blood across his gray sweatshirt. Hans makes his way over as swiftly as his fatigued and aching body would allow. His eyes scan the crude writing, as his hands lift the fabric to read more clearly.

"I have a machine gun now.. HO..HO..HO.."

"A security guard we missed?"

Fritz inquired. Grubber released his hold on the shirt in exasperation. He sighs deeply.

"They're usually growing fat on a pension. This' something else..Ich habe, Ich habe sie gesagt. Niemand kann sehen"

McClane watches it all unfold from the safety of a HVAC vent. Over the radio, Fritz was about to notify Karl of his brother's death, when Han's doubled over in pain. The henchman immediately became panicked.

"Soll ich einen Krankenwagen rufen?"

Gruber waved him off, his vexation mounting. He again practiced his deep breathing, hoping the contractions would ebb off.

"Nein, sie ist nicht bereit"

McClane continued to observe in silence from above. Writing the names of the ones still standing, in Sharpie down his arm. Listening to Hans' almost pained-sounding voice, he knew that tone. Striking an all too familiar cord with him. Five years prior, he was in labor with his firstborn daughter. Through all the mental and physical exhaustion, it was worth it. With somewhat of a cockeyed smirk, he scribbles in small letters "pregnant?" besides Hans' name.